The unreality of the past weeks lifted like a fog, but its residue remained. All of the past is like that, but most especially the parts that are out of the ordinary.
Madeline Claire FranklinTags: life time fantasy memory the-poppet-and-the-lune
Doesn’t he look just like a ring wraith?” she said thoughtfully.
“Are you kidding?” replied Cathy, “I most certainly won't be carol singing at your door this Christmas if you've got one of those ugly things hanging on it!”
“No, from Lord of the Rings,” said Sue impatiently.
“I'm sorry,” snorted Cathy, “I don't watch pornographic material."
“Have you never read a book?!” Sue snapped. “It's about a small man who travels through dangerous lands to drop a ring into a volcano, it's a classic.”
“Does sound like a small man,” she replied, “can't even face his marriage problems full on.
Tags: politics humour fantasy science-fiction space gravity
I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me they'd just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didn't translate through sports, or music, dancing, carpentry, plumbing. I was the bookish kid, more at home in the pages of a fantasy than in the room in the town on the planet.
Steve Rasnic TemTags: books music dancing dreams fantasy childhood feet sports hands carpentry plumbing
I'm out of tissues for toilet paper too. History notes just aren't....up to scratch
Andrea K. HöstTags: fantasy young-adult
Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.
E.J. StevensTags: fantasy fiction paranormal fae urban-fantasy urban-fantasy-series kelpies psychic-detective
Fanatics can justify practically any atrocity to themselves. The more untenable their position becomes, the harder they hold to it, and the worse the things they are willing to do to support it.
Mercedes LackeyTags: truth fanaticism religion fantasy prejudice
Wishes of one's old life wither and shrivel like old leaves if they are not replaced with new wishes when the world changes. And the world always changes. Wishes get slimy, and their colors fade, and soon they are just mud, like all the rest of the mud, and not wishes at all, but regrets. The trouble is, not everyone can tell when they ought to launder their wishes. Even when one finds oneself in Fairyland and not at home at all, it is not always so easy to remember to catch the world in it's changing and change with it.
Catherynne M. ValenteOn my seventh birthday, my father swore, for the first of many times, that I would die facedown in a cesspool. On that same occasion, my mother, with all the accompanying mystery and elevated language appropriate for a prominent diviner, turned her cards, screamed delicately, and proclaimed that my doom was written in water and blood and ice. As for me, from about that time and for twenty years since, I had spat on my middle finger and slapped the rump of every aingerou I noticed, murmuring the sincerest, devoutest prayer that I might prove my parents' predictions wrong. Not so much that I feared the doom itself - doom is just the hind end of living, after all - but to see the two who birthed me confounded.
Carol BergTags: fantasy
From the instant of our first meeting I judged him so, though it could be said that I was prejudiced. When one is standing naked on a slave-auction block in a wind cold enough to freeze a demon's backside, one is unlikely to have a fair impression of anyone.
Carol BergTags: fantasy
But—" yelped Twizbang, “Greydor will eat us!
Richard DueTags: moon fantasy apple dragon young ya faeries adult dystopian middle series kindle ebook coin realm amazon ipad b-n epub ibooks ibookstore indie mg nook
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