The night creeps in by subtle degrees while a show of fierce colors attracts and distracts me. I look up, suddenly aware of remote lights scattered overhead. I gasp as the last streak of fire dies on the horizon, and I comprehend it all too late. That crafty, dark night has swallowed my world whole.
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Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig.
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Socially interacting with a storyteller can be a frustrating challenge because a portion of her awareness is constantly sorting through the details of a developing book. And while you may successfully engage in a meaningful conversation with her, an additional part of her mind is frantically sifting through descriptive lines to be used if ever she were to write this exchange down. The trouble with writers is that they are ALWAYS writing!
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Why don’t you just spit it out?” she said sharply. “Just say what I know you’re dying to say—‘Eena, I told you so!’”
“All I’m trying to say is that if you hadn’t used those powers in the first place, Gemdorin would never have known about them, the dragon’s heart would never have been uncovered, and consequently you would never have had to abuse those powers to defeat him. Then we wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.”
She summed it up for him concisely. “In other words, ‘I told you so!'
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If your best friend truly is the person who knows you completely and loves you anyway, wouldn't that be your mother?
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I believe in love―a kind, selfless, unending devotion. I believe it is rare.
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Thanks, Ian, but sometimes there’s just nothing you can do.” Her feet moved forward again towards the center of Lacsar Forest.
“That’s not true, Eena. I can always listen.
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The real achievers are those who, in the dreary pit of sacrifice, still smile up at the goal.
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Boasting is one of those rare outfits that never looks good on you but makes you look stunning when modeled by your admirers.
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To Bury A Star"
"I pulled a star from the darkest corner of night and hid it within my bosom. When the Earth beneath my feet gave way, moist and fertile, I knelt to the ground and cupped the radiant treasure in my hands. In a shallow hole I buried it—layer upon layer of black dirt tossed upon the spot until it no longer glowed.
This I did for you, my love. Now, come with me and see what has been born from a single wishing star.
Hand in hand we walk to the same spot of dirt to find the black and fertile soil sucked dry, the color blanched as pale as desert sands. Look how a ring of white fire jumps and dances around the buried starling! We catch our breath, beholding what has sprouted from this magical seed. The illusion of twisted branches glowing in the darkness like tails of comets soaring skyward—tails of baby stars that shoot like fireworks from that ring of fire. Up, up, up they fly to light a neglected corner of the night. From a single wishing star a thousand more have been born.
They are for you, my love—a thousand dreams destined to come true.
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