You’re not a killer, Seirin.” Sweat coated his face, speckled his clothes. “You couldn’t kill Vissyus, and you can’t kill me.”
Seirin grinned maliciously. “A woman’s prerogative. I’ve had a very long time to think things over.”
Botua’s charred body floated out of some locked section of her mind. Her will hardened. She’d learned the cost of hesitation. Things were different now. Lon-Shan would face justice.
Living with thieves, it would be a matter of moments before they picked the lock, but she certainly was not going to make it easy for them.
M.L. ChesleyMots clés fantasy fantasy-fiction fantasy-series adversarius m-l-chesley nightshadow
He couldn't think of his robbed left eye without hate squirting into his veins from some deep poison gland he hadn't known he possessed.
Joseph D'LaceyMots clés fantasy awesomeness dark-fantasy
Verily, for nine hundred years have I lost. Everyone I knew is dead, the empire gone, and who knows in what state the world is left. Should what thy sister reports prove true, much hath changed in the world."
"By the way," Royce mentioned, "No one uses the words 'tis or hath anymore and certainly not thou, thy, or verily.
Mots clés humor fantasy language humorous riyria
While my chosen form of story-writing is obviously a special and perhaps a narrow one, it is none the less a persistent and permanent type of expression, as old as literature itself. There will always be a certain small percentage of persons who feel a burning curiosity about unknown outer space, and a burning desire to escape from the prison-house of the known and the real into those enchanted lands of incredible adventure and infinite possibilities which dreams open up to us, and which things like deep woods, fantastic urban towers, and flaming sunsets momentarily suggest.
H.P. LovecraftMots clés fantasy wonder fiction lovecraft escapism weird-fiction
Shadows of the world made shadows of the heart much deeper.
Ash KraftonMots clés romance fantasy paranormal vampire urban-fantasy demivampire
I think I knew even then it would be my maps that would take me across the world, to places and people unknown and into cultures otherwise closed to me. In mapping them I would come to know them a little and at times my very eagerness pained me.
Julie HaydonI’m not a boy!” Dashan retorted hotly. “How dare you speak to me like that!”
“I’ll speak to you any way I see fit. You are sorely lacking in discipline and wouldn’t know danger if it bit you in the arse!” Ryland looked towards the door where Dashan wanted to go. “Do you have any idea what sort of place that is?”
“A brothel?”
Ryland laughed so hard his head fell back. “A brothel, he says. My, my, aren’t you the innocent? It is a brothel, but a certain type of one. The men who frequent it are known to have very particular tastes.”
“What sort of tastes?” Dashan was curious now. Did Ryland know it was a brothel for men who wanted men? And how did he know? Did he use this place too?
Ryland shook his head. “That’s not something the king would appreciate me telling his son.”
“Show me then. I demand that you show me. That’s an order.
Mots clés romance fantasy erotic m-m
Does one deserve to have evil done to her by consequence of putting herself where evil can reach her?
Brandon SandersonMots clés fantasy victim-blaming way-of-kings
My dad liked to say that magic itself is never black; only the uses to which it is put, but mind magic is already tinted a deep, dark gray.
Christine AmsdenMots clés romance fantasy magic mystery paranormal urban-fantasy black-magic cassie-scot christine-amsden mind-magic white-magic
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