Where did you meet?” he pressed on.
I shrugged and considered a little rephrasing. “I was out for a run.”
“From who?”
I leaned back to take a long, very long, slow sip of that beer.
Knox leaned forward. “I think we’re both bullsh*tting here, you ever play that card game?”
“With my grandma, every Sunday after church.
Tags: humor church fantasy funny paranormal urban cards silver knox card-game zoe sterling grandma
There is a rule for fantasy writers: The more truth you mix in with a lie, the stronger it gets.
Diane DuaneThe thinnest thing in the world is the border between good and evil... my next The Opposite Of Magic.
Ivan StoikovTags: books evil fantasy science-fiction magic good wizards allan-bard sci-fy
Their characteristics are well-known. They're beautiful -- when they're not astoundingly ugly. They're both goddesses for men to worship, and demons for them to flee. They adore children, sometimes to the point of unhealthy obsession. They have a strong association with nature, from which they're often assumed to draw magical power. Their anger is a terrible thing to behold, and all the more fearsome because anything can spark it; the rules by which these creatures operate are not those of rational men. They are creatures of fanciful whim, and they never, ever, can be understood.
I'm talking, of course, about women.
Matriarchy is a time-honored staple for any writer looking to invent an exotic society.
Marie BrennanTags: writing fantasy feminism
We cannot know the future. All we can do is face it bravely. We should take heed of those we love and respect. But in the end, we make every decision alone.
Juliet MarillierTags: fantasy sevenwaters seer-of-sevenwaters juliet-marillier
Until recently the locus of sexual fantasy was peopled with images actually glimpsed or were sensations actually felt, or private imaginings taken from suggestions in the real world, a dream well where weightless images from it floated, transformed by imagination. It prepared children, with these hints and traces of other people's bodies, to become adults and enter the landscape of adult sexuality and meet the lover face to face. Lucky men and women are able to keep a pathway clear to that dream well, peopling it with scenes and images that meet them as they get older, created with their own bodies mingling with other bodies; they choose a lover because of a smell from a coat, a way of walking, the shape of a lip, belong in their imagined interior and resonate back in time deep into the bones that recall childhood and early adolescent imagination.
Naomi WolfTags: sexuality sex fantasy feminism adolescence
Obwohl Ollowain die Burg schon hunderte Male gesehen hatte, berührte ihr Anblick ihn stets aufs Neue. Es war ein Gefühl, wie es sonst nur Musik in ihm erwecken konnte, das traurige Lied einer Flöte vielleicht oder melancholisches Harfenspiel. Ein Schmerz, der sich nicht in Worte fassen ließ, süß und durchdringend.
Bernhard HennenIst es Zauberei, wenn dein Auge zu langsam ist, meiner Hand zu folgen?”
“Kein Mensch kann sich ohne Zauberei so schnell bewegen”, beharrte Mandred.
Der Anflug eines Lächelns spielte um Ollowains Lippen. “Ganz recht, Mandred. Kein Mensch.
Der Menschensohn strich fast zärtlich über das Doppelblatt der Waffe und bewunderte die verschlungenen Elfenknoten, die es schmückten. “Schöne Arbeit.” Mandred wandte sich zu seinem Sohn. “So sieht die Waffe eines Mannes aus.” Er wollte sie Ollowain zurückgeben, doch dieser schüttelte nur den Kopf. “Ein Geschenk, Mandred. In der Welt der Menschen sollte man stets auf Ärger gefasst sein. Ich bin gespannt zu sehen, ob du mit der Axt besser kämpfst als mit dem Schwert.
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