They want what they don't need, or can't use, or won't ever make them whole.
William JoyceI wish to be washed clean of my old life. To let go of my tide of sorrows and find my way to a new shore.
William JoyceShe lived in a sort of ramshackle magnificence.
William JoyceIt was a smile of total reassurance and gave all who saw it a feeling of intense well-being. Not joy, but something akin to a sleepy peace. A sort of not-a-worry-in-the-world sensation.
William JoyceMots clés calm
All the pirates, and Lord Pitch's mercy, were dead in less time than it takes to sing a song.
William JoyceA soothing sound enveloped them. Ombric hazarded a guess as to its origin, "It's like the falling sand from a thousand hourglasses.
William JoyceMots clés similes pleasant soothing
A Dream Pirate attack is swift and ragged. Like awkward phantoms, the pirates often fly in lurches and jerks, and they usually destroy everything that gets in their way.
William JoyceUnlike them, however, her path was not through daring deeds or the study of magic or the use of miraculous powers. She had been gifted with something almost as rare: an open and eager mind. She had the gift of watching and listening, the gift of taking all the hurts and happenings of others' lives and understanding their purpose.
William JoyceMots clés gifts
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