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“You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.”
― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

“He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.”
― Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable

“He was waiting there for her beside the pool - a great black horse with shoulders like polished ebony and the water still streaming from his mane and tail. Morag stood and looked at him for a long moment. The great horse looked at her and never moved.

“Will you trust me?â€� he had asked her the evening before, and she had trusted him then. She trusted him now, and so she walked towards him. She grasped his mane, and still the black horse never moved. She stood on a stone beside him, swung herself onto his back, and the black horse moved.”
― Mollie Hunter, The Kelpie's Pearls

“So we grew up with mythic dead
To spoon upon midwestern bread
And spread old gods' bright marmalade
To slake in peanut-butter shade,
Pretending there beneath our sky
That it was Aphrodite's thigh...
While by the porch-rail calm and bold
His words pure wisdom, stare pure gold
My grandfather, a myth indeed,
Did all of Plato supersede
While Grandmama in rockingchair
Sewed up the raveled sleeve of care
Crocheted cool snowflakes rare and bright
To winter us on summer night.
And uncles, gathered with their smokes
Emitted wisdoms masked as jokes,
And aunts as wise as Delphic maids
Dispensed prothetic lemonades
To boys knelt there as acolytes
To Grecian porch on summer nights;
Then went to bed, there to repent
The evils of the innocent;
The gnat-sins sizzling in their ears
Said, through the nights and through the years
Not Illinois nor Waukegan
But blither sky and blither sun.
Though mediocre all our Fates
And Mayor not as bright as Yeats
Yet still we knew ourselves. The sum?
Byzantium.
Byzantium.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“Those who have never known the future have always hoped for the best. But Sahadeva, who had known the future since the past, has only hoped for it to never become the present!”
― Sahadevi M., SAHADEVA UNDERCOVER Part 1 - The Beginning and the End

“I am time the destroyer of all beings in all worlds, engaged to destroy all beings in this world; of those heroic soldiers presently situated in the opposite army even without you non will be spared.”
― Lord Krishna, Srimad Bhagavad Gita

“David, listen to me. We are the epitome of impossible. Shapeshifters! Brought to life by an arrogant spirit under the light of a blood moon.”
― K.V. Wilson, Spiritborne

“A number is all I am to them.”
― K.V. Wilson, Spiritborne

“A fiery little cat you are, Caecelia. Like a lioness in heat, oh how you bloom.”
― Sai Marie Johnson, In Empires and Embraces

“Having drawn a speck of time from the divine granary of eternity, they allowed her to say farewell.”
― Saul Prizer, Silent Legacy

“Only immortality will save us from the constant conflict of mythology. Mythological humans are easily manipulated.”
― Sixeye

“The gift of yourself is a tapestry woven with the threads of authenticity, compassion, and purpose. It is a radiant offering that transcends the boundaries of time and space, igniting hearts and inspiring souls. In a world yearning for connection, your truest essence becomes a beacon of light, guiding others to embrace their own uniqueness and find solace in shared humanity. Embrace the power within you, for in the gift of yourself lies the transformative potential to heal, to create, and to leave an indelible mark upon the tapestry of existence.”
― D.L. Lewis

“She felt her body disperse, her structure release into elemental and shifting from fire to air, to water to earth. And then there was no Earth, and it was far beyond the Sun’s keeping of years. And all was a matrix of sound.
Lahana lost hold of time and became as a song lilting upon breath. Then a great longing, a longing to transfigure. The song became a dance, and touch was like a celebration of life. And life opened to a richer song. A longing for the intensification of elemental division. For the beauty of division in symphonic harmony.
Lahana felt pulled with the others in her dance, gathering matter and weight and solidity. She felt time catch hold of her and an emergent cosmos. Time awakening her as she submerged into the fabric of this still young cosmos. Becoming fire shifting to air, to water to earth. Her spirit dancing with the Earthlight that began to reach through the tumult of the elements. Earthlight pouring into the spinning particles of matter and seeking harmony of flesh with spirit � with as much longing as Lahana felt.
Lahana saw time awaken the evolving awareness of the Earth Spirit � embraced within the evolving awareness of the Universe. And both these, Earth and Cosmos, embracing Lahana’s own journey, offering her the garments of their flesh, offering her the sustenance of their bodies.
Then a deep breath ran through her, slow and complete. And she woke, to the day and Sun, and the stones of the Wheel of Light before her.”
― Tamara Rendell, Realm of the Witch Queen