Trente chevaux sur une colline rouge;
D'abord ils mâchonnent,
Puis ils frappent leur marque,
Ensuite ils restent immobiles.
(Les dents)
Stichwörter: fantasy mystery riddle
If the only tool in Willem's arsenal was a silent supplication to an absent almighty, then I might as well be sitting next to a raving radical ready to die for the promise of seventy-two virgins and a couple of camels.
Lisa C. TempleStichwörter: fantasy christian-fiction supernatural-romance
Someday I'd like to sail far away again. Think of how much of the world we've left to see!" But then he cocked his head. "Would you mind?"
"Not as long as you took me with you." There was that beautiful smile.
"Always.
Stichwörter: romance fantasy m-m-romance gay-romance fantasy-romance
Despite their exhaustion and worries, Miner and Ennek made love that night, tracing fingers and tongues over one another's marks and scars. Their bodies were like books, Ennek thought, and their stories could be read inch by inch. He hoped fervently for happy endings.
Kim FieldingStichwörter: love romance fantasy gay m-m-romance fantasy-romance
A sign read "Free drinks for billiards competitors only." Hand-lettered below read "All others will pay." It was written in blood. I could tell because a red fairy with what looked like black insect wings was writing it at the time, with his own dismembered finger.
Red TashStichwörter: humor fantasy fairies fairy jokes gore billiards
Where are we?" Ni asked.
"This is my work place and the center of
Universe as well." Simone said.
"Do you mean the tower is in the center of Universe?" Ni asked
“I mean that we are both in space and inside the tower at the same time."
"Why is it so dark here?" Ni asked.
"At the beginning, it is always dark." Simone replied, "Then everything comes into existence little by little.
Even Light is born out of Darkness.
Stichwörter: adventure fantasy magic mystery kids ya middle-grade
Books are like bound dreams waiting to be released
Jocelyn MurrayStichwörter: books dreams fantasy
Birthdays were wretched, delicious things when you lived in Beau Rivage. The clock stuck midnight, and presents gave way to magic.
Curses bloomed.
Girls bit into sharp apples instead of birthday cake, chocked on the ruby-and-white slivers, and collapsed into enchanted sleep. Unconscious beneath cobweb canopies, frozen in coffins of glass, they waited for their princes to come. Or they tricked ogres, traded their voices for love, danced until their glass slippers cracked.
A prince would awaken, roused by the promise of true love, and find he had a witch to destroy. A heart to steal. To tear from the rib cage, where it was cushioned by bloody velvet, and deliver it to the queen who demanded the princess's death.
Girls became victims and heroines.
Boys became lovers and murderers.
And sometimes... they became both.
Stichwörter: fantasy fairy-tales young-adult fairy-tales-for-adults
There were no milestones in the Copper Country. Often a traveler could only measure the progress of a journey by the time it took to get from each spoiled or broken thing to the next: a half-day’s walk from a dry well to the muzzle of a cannon poking out of a sand-slope, two hours to reach the skeletons of a man and a mule. The land was losing its battle with time. Ancient and exhausted, it visited decrepitude on everything within its bounds, as though out of spleen.
K.J. BishopStichwörter: fantasy landscape opening-paragraph
My body is my own," I said. "I may choose to share it with someone, but it's not for sale or for hire, nor is it a reward. I'd rather starve to death than use it as such.
Erica DakinStichwörter: romance prostitution sex fantasy thieves rin chiarin half-elves zash zashter
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