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“In the turbulent art arena they all pitch in and do their dubious and mercantile part in the rocambolesque saga of the art since so many judge art with their ears and the sound of the money. (鈥淲hen is art?鈥�)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“It鈥檚 not just the big moments that count, it鈥檚 all of the small actions that feed our heart and soul on a daily basis.”
― C. Toni Graham, Crossroads and the Dominion of Four

“Cool. So glad I got to do all this in a towel.”
― Brian K. Vaughan, Saga, Volume 2

“El problema es que los humanos tienen el don de elegir precisamente las cosas que son peores para ellos.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“脡 curioso: tenho notado que as pessoas em geral simpatizam comigo 脿 primeira vista. No entanto, sou um tipo arisco e distante. N茫o que eu queira mal aos homens ou que os tema a ponto de procurar fugir-lhes ao contato. Algu茅m j谩 disse que na minha atitude para com o mundo h谩 muito de orgulho. Engano. N茫o tenho atitude nem orgulho. Uma paisagem bela tem a for莽a de me comover at茅 as l谩grimas. Mas a paisagem humana 茅 a que mais me interessa. O mist茅rio das almas me seduz. Esta vaga sensa莽茫o de desconfian莽a que me envolve quando estou em companhia dos homens vai por conta de velhas decep莽玫es.”
― Erico Verissimo

“First, those spaceships are mine, including the one Callum came here with, and not free to use as you wish,鈥� Caderyn says. 鈥淪econd, you are not a Teryn, and as such I do not have to honor your Bride鈥檚 Choice claim. We are done here.”
― S.G. Blaise, True Teryn

“Don鈥檛 listen to Glennie,鈥� Isa says and pats Arrov鈥檚 forearm鈥攖hat鈥檚 as high as she can reach. Bella adds, 鈥淵ou鈥檒l change back to your old and handsome self soon.”
― S.G. Blaise, True Teryn

“The goal here is to avoid the lake. I can assure you; no swimming or other preparation is needed. We would not recommend swimming anyway. The lake is full of giant eels that attack anything that moves.”
― S.G. Blaise, Proud Pada

“Caderyn laughs. 鈥淪on, no one is entitled here except me.”
― S.G. Blaise, True Teryn

“If Callum ever gets out of the way, I would like to rekindle what we had. We never had a real chance together.”
― S.G. Blaise, True Teryn

“Callum holds me tightly as we submerge under the water. Thin lines of air bubbles escape from his nose and mouth. He struggles to get back to the surface but to no avail鈥攈is heavy uniform and black boots weren鈥檛 meant for swimming.”
― S.G. Blaise, Proud Pada

“We should run away. Get married and forget about anything else.鈥濃€↖ snort and slide my hands down to his chest, marveling at the hard and defined muscles. 鈥淭empting, but you would regret it five minutes after we ran away.鈥濃€–allum tightens his fingers around my waist. 鈥淭hey would be the best five minutes of my life. Worth every second.”
― S.G. Blaise, Proud Pada

“There was a man named Ingjald who lived on Hefne, an islandin Halgoland in the north. He was a worthy farmer and went raiding by summer but did not stir during the winters.鈥�

(Vatnsdaela Saga)”
― Jane Smiley, The Sagas of Icelanders

“If we became a pal to what scared us the most, we could find a simple way to ease all that bothered us, we would find peace, peace that we could live with.”
― Holly Hood, Prison of Paradise

“All I know is that the fear I have been battling all night is breaking down the door of my ignorance. As my feet slam down I feel not the hard, wet asphalt but the soft Persian rug that led to the staircase in my father鈥檚 home. In the glow of lightning the dancing trees are illuminated but I see my mother in the glow of candlelight, spinning, twirling, her hair fanned out
behind her. It is falling over me, saturating my thoughts, and I cannot. I cannot let it in.”
― Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl

“You will want to stand close by, but don鈥檛 touch it. Just allow your hands to hover. Pretend an atmosphere of acidic gas exists between you and the gemstone, and if you get too close, the acid will eat the flesh off your fingers.鈥�

鈥淭hat won鈥檛 actually happen, will it?鈥�

鈥淣o, Amora. I鈥檓 just warning you not to touch it.鈥�

鈥淲hy? What if I do?鈥�

鈥淭he enchantment will fail.鈥�

鈥淔rom a simple touch?鈥�

鈥渊别蝉.鈥�

鈥淲丑测?鈥�

鈥淏别肠补耻蝉别.鈥�

鈥淏ecause why?鈥�

Edgar groaned a sound of annoyance. 鈥淏ecause if you touch it, the stone will suck out your living essence in the most painful manner possible and consume your flesh before turning your bones to powder.鈥�

Her face twisted up imagining the agony of such a death. The worst part was that being immortal, she would somehow survive it.

鈥淵ou鈥檙e lying,鈥� she quickly decided.

鈥淎m I?鈥�

鈥淵ou just said the flesh won't be eaten off my fingers.鈥�

鈥淚f you don鈥檛 believe me when I tell you not to touch it, feel free to test the outcome of such folly for yourself.鈥�

鈥淚 think I鈥檇 rather not.鈥�

鈥淎 wise choice. Shall we move on?”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Companionship of the Dragon's Soul

“Campbell Road, so he had been told by long-serving colleagues, and some of The Bunk鈥檚 inhabitants, was home to the most notorious criminals: thieves, prostitutes, fraudsters 鈥� every sort of rogue and vagabond drifted through this slum. Unbelievable as it seemed to Franks, some had settled and been resident a very long while. If a couple of women 鈥� one who looked like she鈥檇 had seven bells beaten out of her 鈥� wanted to set about a well-known brass, it didn鈥檛 take a genius to work out that one of their old men was playing away. Bickerstaff might be a stickler for doing things by the book but, in the great scheme of things, this was a petty domestic incident. The Bunk community had its own system of justice. Franks agreed with it: leave them be to shovel up their own shit.”
― Kay Brellend, The Street

“(You look the same.)

(I鈥檓 not using it yet.)

(Don鈥檛 you think a test run would be a good idea?)

She nodded. (Probably.)

Her eyelids closed as she concentrated on a mental image of the person she wished to impersonate. Her desire was to appear exactly as the immortal leader, Pallador. Calling on the powers of the dragon鈥檚 blood, she willed its enchantment alive. It was Ian鈥檚 astounded whisper that told her the charm was working.

鈥淲丑辞补!鈥�

Opening her eyes she fully expected to see Ian staring at the shining gems on the dragon鈥檚 blood. Instead, he was staring at her with a look that was more or less disgusted.

(That鈥檚 really you?) he asked, looking her up and down as though she had turned into some sort of lizard creature.

(Yes, why? What鈥檚 wrong with me?) Her gaze dropped to check for herself. All she observed was her tawny dress pulled in at the waist by Edgar鈥檚 hideous, glowing belt. She glanced at one arm and then the other, both sleeved in the same billowed silk. Her fingers flailed, still the same short, slender digits.

(Oh crud,) she breathed. (It鈥檚 not working.)

(Oh, it鈥檚 working alright,) Ian disagreed.

Eena glanced up to find him grinning with real amusement.

(You鈥檙e a dead ringer for the guy. Ghost robe, bug eyes, bony fingers, in need of a serious haircut. Exactly like him.)

(Really?)

(Really.)

(Cool,) she breathed and then added, (That鈥檚 not very nice how you described him.)

(It鈥檚 accurate.)”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Companionship of the Dragon's Soul

“It doesn鈥檛 ever change. Does the sun not set in your dreams?鈥�

Eena grinned at his profile, remembering the first time Ian had noticed the same peculiarity. 鈥淣o. It never sets.鈥� She watched his brow wrinkle as he wondered at the view.

鈥淲hat good is a stagnant sunset?鈥�

Eena looked at the auburn lights. The question made her think for a moment. 鈥淲ell, it鈥檚 always exactly what I want it to be, right between day and night.鈥�

鈥淏ut I thought the beauty of a sunset was watching it change, marveling at the shift in colors as they intensify and then eventually fade.鈥�

鈥淎ll that leaves you with is darkness,鈥� she muttered.

He turned to look at her. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e afraid of the dark?鈥�

She shook her head. 鈥淚鈥檓 afraid of what happens in the dark.鈥�

A look of concern questioned her meaning.

鈥淣ightmares,鈥� she explained. 鈥淎nd solitude. And loneliness. The dark is where monsters come to life and people feel the need to leave you. Life is never secure in the dark. You never see things clearly in the dark.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Companionship of the Dragon's Soul

“Norse mythology hints at Odinic cults, with Odin being worshipped through a combination of ecstatic and seemingly shamanistic rituals. From the eddic poem The Sayings of the High One ( H谩vam谩l ), he is said to have hanged himself in a sacrificial ritual on a tree. Barely surviving this ordeal, Odin gains arcane knowledge, including the use of runes, the ancient Scandinavian alphabet sometimes used for magical purposes. In the poem, Odin chants :
I know that I hung
on the wind-swept tree
all nine nights
with spear was I wounded
and given to Odin,
myself to me,
on that tree which no one knows
from which roots it grows.

Bread I was not given,
no drink from the horn,
downwards I glared;
up I pulled the runes,
screaming I took them,
from there I fell back again.

- excerpt from Jesse L. Byock's Introduction and Notes, of Sturluson's Prose Edda.”
― Snorri Sturluson, The Prose Edda: Norse Mythology

“Its my sweet-lipped Passion:Art that drives me up to invent new smiles of Beauty,my wings are torn,and still it flies in search of Beauty.”
― Nithin Purple

“鈥擟omo un conejo al horno 鈥攃ontest茅.”
― Elly Blake, Frostblood

“The saga teems with life and action, with memorable and complex characters from the heroic Gunnar of Hlidarendi, a warrior without equal who dislikes killing, to the
villainous, insinuating Mord Valgardsson, who turns out to be less dastardly than we first expect. Unforgettable events include Skarphedin鈥檚 head-splitting axe blow as he glides past his opponent on an icy river bank, or Hildigunn鈥檚 provoking of her uncle to seek blood revenge by placing on his shoulders the blood-clotted cloak in which
her husband was slain...

Just as in the Norse poem V枚lusp谩 (鈥楾he Seeress鈥檚 Prophecy鈥�) the gods met their doom (no mere twilight) at the hands of brute giants and monsters, after which a new and peaceful earth arose, so do the terrible events of Njal鈥檚 Saga lead finally and at great cost to a dignified resolution bearing the promise of a better time.

(Robert Cook(”
― Anonymous, Njal's Saga

“I ricordi che seppellisci nel silenzio sono quelli che non smettono mai di perseguitarti.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafon, El laberinto de los esp铆ritus

“His grandfather bent down on his knees in front of me, and now I will watch his grandson do the same with you. Make sure there is fear in this Talar's eyes. Make sure there is obedience. I will see you, Son, may the Gods be with us both."- The Emperor”
― Matthew Marcellus, The Lost Paladin

“He immediately regretted ever being alive.”
― Nicholas Dufresne, A Planet to Nowhere

“The Storms of Chattering Monkeys. These disruptions of high-gust winds and whirling word water were known in the DuBois household as a rare occurrence but typical nonetheless.”
― Sosanni Valtsioti, Ink Shattered Reality: a gothic tale

“The plants will divulge every single word that was uttered here in the storm of word water. There is no way now that I can prevent Carmen from hearing my thoughts one way or another about anything. Such is fate.”
― Sosanni Valtsioti, Ink Shattered Reality: a gothic tale

“Lies had only brought her family unnecessary pain. All these years she coulda understood her mother, rather than pushing her away.”
― Kim Catron, Threshing of Straw