You truly are the most astonishingly beautiful hobbit I’ve ever seen,” he said, and Tamsyn froze.
“Hobbit??”
“Um, yes?” he said, and Tamsyn looked down at herself in panic. Her suit had disappeared and been replaced by a straight dress in a rustic homespun fabric of a drab, brownish grey. Her hair still looked the same, she established when she grabbed a handful and held it up in front of her face, but when she scrabbled up and caught a glimpse of her feet, her legs immediately lost their strength again. She thudded back down hard and grabbed her left leg, yanking her foot up to her eyes.
It was bare, large and very, very hairy.
She checked her other foot as well, hoping against all laws of probability that it would be different, and groaned in consternation when it looked the same as the left one.
“This can’t be true!” she wailed, scrambling to get up again. “I’m a hobbit!
Mots clés love romance fantasy feet tolkien hobbit shire
Fantasy remains a human right: we make in our measure and in our derivative mode, because we are made: and not only made, but made in the image and likeness of a Maker.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés christianity fantasy j-r-r-tolkien fiction-writing
Two must rule together, one for the night and one for the day. this is the way it has always been done.
Jennifer SilverwoodMots clés fantasy paranormal-romance chick-lit
Not a wonder you are out camping with us princess,” Rizz said dryly.
Falita gave a clearing snort of her opposite nostril and looked up. “Why's that?”
“One can't go snorting and blowing snot all over a castle. It would ruin the décor!”
Falita ignored the comment. “A bath would certainly freshen things up.”
“You've bathed three times in five days. How many more baths do you need?” Artamos asked.
“Enough to stay clean, and I don't recall either of you bathing on this trip.”
“I don't need to Princess,” Rizz replied. “I have my own naturally sweet odor.”
Falita scrunched up her nose, “I'm aware of that, and it is not pleasing in camp.
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And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés romance fantasy faramir eowyn
I will bear Cloud through the portal,” Fury says as Soar ties the last knot on his armour. “Flay will carry you.”
“Who?” Soar turns as the female nods.
She’s carrying me?
“Where are we going?”
“Skyfall, Master Soar,” Fury stands. Cloud is small in his arms. “You shall be a guest of the Dragonkin.”
“I hope our guest is delicious,” Flay comments as she looks Soar over. Is she flirting or does she plan on eating him?
Maybe both.
Mots clés romance fantasy dragon pnr griffon gryphon dragonkin
An endless scream pierced the frigid night air and shook the world with its rage and sorrow. The aged stone and brick that had withstood the great quake over a hundred years ago now trembled before its pain, and even the austere grimace of the lonely grotesque, its only witness, softened in pity.
Ava ZavoraMots clés fantasy
He felt that he had always been there, among the apple trees, watching for the woman in the tower to come to her window. Seasons may have passed, years may have grown green on the bough, then withered and fallen, but he would stand there and wait for a chance to keep a promise he had made.
Ava ZavoraMots clés fantasy lady-of-shalott
Some curses fade and leave nothing but the faintest mark, a tea stain on watered silk. There are those that are so malevolent that, upon defeat, explode in a fiery burst of sulfurous flames, burning everything they touch as they die. Others dissolve like morning mist in the brightness of the midday sun. Some cannot be defeated at all, but feed upon the energy spent trying to vanquish it, growing more and more potent with each failed attempt.
And then there are those ancient curses with deceptively simple antidotes that shatter like jagged shards of a vast mirror.
These curses may be broken, but never completely destroyed, sharp slivers of light distorted.
Mots clés fantasy beauty-and-the-beast
He had been trying to measure the distance between the earth and God.
Ursula K. Le GuinMots clés fantasy science-fiction irony
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