fantasy-fiction

How can we learn the value of saying no, if we didn__ occasionally say yes?

Each day Marda gets closer. The sub circles coral reefs off the coasts, where mermaids are said to like the colors of the schools of fishes, and train them to swim around their necks like jewelry or live behind their ears, beneath their long hair. Sometimes mermaids like shallow places, but mostly they like the dark and the beautiful, uncharted, abandoned, soulless parts of the undiscovered world.

So an inerrant archer who's inaccurate." Hastra to Athson, from The Bow of Destiny

Mistasinon stood as the music of life flowed around him, the instrument of his agency muted.

The woman above him had tumbled out of his dreams, and now stood like a half-waking ghost, a photograph double exposed, showing him in one moment the fallacy of his past as it bled into his future. The image of Maria Sophia had grown too large for him to bear. He had made it so. In his industry and creativity he had transformed her into something so wonderful that the very fact she might now be anything less terrified him almost as much as the prospect she might exceed it.

This is what a castle sounded like when it died, and he knew he would never forget it.

_dancing in the carnage and the flames.

You never know what you're gonna find when you look under those covers - grandma or the wolf.

Blood Life is not hunger. It__ freedom.

The pieces of the puzzle are visible, but not the grand design. Images flicker and dance like memories, hinting at events to come. They scatter the moment I reach for them only to re-form to taunt me. I who never truly possessed them, nor may I ever.They do tell me this: a time of great change approaches and it__ not enough to watch. We must act. We can__ count on others to do our work for us or all may be lost.- Oracle Lilian__ Diary, Winter of 3765

Death drives desire.

He stood taller, and straighter, and broader, and infinitely more human than anything else Marcii could possibly imagine.

The raven _ Asker _ immediately cawed. It sounded suspiciously like laughter. __ot... be afraid of Asker._ The raven__ button eyes gleamed. __e only eats worms_ you are not worm.

If this was what it meant to be human, for now she saw more clearly than she ever had done, she didn__ want to be.

She has no interest in human quarrels, for they are often petty and always pointless.

He was like nothing she__ ever known.Marcii hoped she would come to know him, for he was all she could ever have asked for and more.

Here's a tragedy for you. Arca the Brave, one of the last heroes of Cape Magister, the man who held the line at the Usurper's Fields, who saw even the mighty Guhl fall and die... now he sleeps on my floor and begs for scraps like a dog. Perhaps there are some wars that are not worth fighting.

And yet the night was still fresh: young as new dawn.There was still time for worlds to change, if that was to be their fate.