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“If you prefer smoke over fire
then get up now and leave.
For I do not intend to perfume
your mind's clothing
with more sooty knowledge.

No, I have something else in mind.
Today I hold a flame in my left hand
and a sword in my right.
There will be no damage control today.

For God is in a mood
to plunder your riches and
fling you nakedly
into such breathtaking poverty
that all that will be left of you
will be a tendency to shine.

So don't just sit around this flame
choking on your mind.
For this is no campfire song
to mindlessly mantra yourself to sleep with.

Jump now into the space
between thoughts
and exit this dream
before I burn the damn place down.”
― Adyashanti

“Velvet looks horrified. “If you are fool enough to address King R’jan, you will do it thus and in no other manner! ‘My King, Liege, Lord, and Master, your servant begs you grant it leave to speak.’â€�
“Wow. Totally delusionary there.�
“Good luck with that,� Ryodan says. “She doesn't beg to speak, or do anything else. You can lock her up, down, and sideways and it’s never going to happen.�
I beam at him. I had no idea he thought so highly of me.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Iced

“Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull
into a cup for others to drink wine from.
In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man,
who doesn't know what he's about to do!”
― Jelalludin Rumi

“Well. I think it's safe to say that, in my absence, the power grabbing and backstabbing and political intrigue has officially reached an all-time Otherworld high.
”
― Lesley Livingston, Wondrous Strange

“There are a few absolute no-brainer rules in my world. Real close to the top of this list is: if an Unseelie prince runs from it, I'm going to run from it, too. [said Dani]”
― Karen Marie Moning, Iced

“Unseelie dreams make unseelie fae.”
― Luna Lindsey, Emerald City Dreamer

“Sais-tu pourquoi nous allions ainsi à l’assaut des troupes adverses, comme des torrents chargeant la mer ? Pourquoi nous dansions, la nuit, sous les symboles écartelés des étoiles, à nous en rendre ivres ? Pourquoi nous nous mettions en danger pour une tocade, un enfant mortel, un joli visage, l’assouvissement d’un désir passager ?
Nous sommes fous, nous, les citoyens du Peuple, fous de plaisir, de mort, d’extase. Tout nous est essentiel, rien ne nous est nécessaire. Nous ne voulons rien d’autre que la pleine intensité du soleil, concentré dans le point incandescent d’une piqûre d’épingle. Le mouvement des mondes qui s’effondrent, à chaque pas que nous frappons sur le bronze de la terre.
Alors il nous faut tout ceci à la fois : le pas léger à la danse, et le poignet souple à la bataille. Dévaler les pentes comme des torrents. Et l’ivresse.
Car aimer, tuerâ€� ce n’est rien, et du pareil au même. Enlacer, pourfendre. Bâtir, briser. Rien. Et la recherche d’une même sensation : l’intégralité, le tout, oui, dans l’inconséquence d’une piqûre d’épingle.”
― Léa Silhol, Avant l'Hiver, Architectonique des Clartés

“She knew what she was, but she wasn’t fully Unseelie. She was half human and that was the part that mattered the most.”
― Cathlin Shahriary, Return to Fae