Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret.
Maggie StiefvaterMots clés fantasy young-adult
There were many versions of Gansey, but this one had been rare since the introduction of Adam's taming presence. It was also Ronan's favorite. It was the opposite of Gansey's most public face, which was pure control enclosed in a paper-thin wrapper of academia. But this version of Gansey was Gansey the boy. This was the Gansey who bought the Camaro, the Gansey who asked Ronan to teach him to fight, the Gansey who contained every wild spark so that it wouldn't show up in other versions. Was it the shield beneath the lake that had unleashed it? Orla's orange bikini? The bashed-up remains of his rebuilt Henrietta and the fake IDs they'd returned to? Ronan didn't really care. All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.
Maggie StiefvaterMots clés fantasy young-adult
Sobre a nudez forte da verdade -- o manto diáfono da fantasia.
Eça de QueirósMots clés truth fantasy truth-telling
Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.
Juliet MarillierMots clés romance fantasy juliet-marillier
PDR: Persons of Dubious Reality; refugees from the collective consciousness. Uninvited visitors who have fallen through the grating that divides the real, from the written. They arrive with their actions hardwired due to their repetitious existence and the older and more basic they are, the more rigidly they stick to them. Characters from cautionary tales are particularly mindless; they do what they do because it's what they've always done.
And it's our job to stop them.
Mots clés humor fantasy mystery mythology dubious
She had begun to bake to have her eyes looking at a bowl, a flour bin, an oven, a fire, a face, anything but water. Her hands shaped loaves like scallop shells, like moon shells, like starfish; she ate them as if she ate the sea, to make it part of her, to transform bone to shell and lose herself in it, eyeless, thoughtless, wrapped in memories and anchored on some hoary rock against the currents of the deep.
Patricia A. McKillipYou have to believe in magic to see it.
Leah BlundellMots clés inspirational fantasy magic believing
My sweet lemming,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck and sending glorious spirals of pleasure ping-ponging throughout her body. “You’ve been quiet and that worries me.”
“Why?” she asked, trailing her hand down his banded forearm to entwine her fingers within his.
“Because that means you’re thinking, and a thinking woman is usually something to fear.
Mots clés romance fantasy paranormal-romance relationships paranormal fantasy-romance strong-heroine high-fantasy
She had not meant to name them, but she could not help herself; and having done so she thought, Let their names be symbols that their lives are worth the keeping. Let them struggle a little the harder, to keep their names.
Robin McKinleyMots clés fantasy fairy-tales retelling
The water never stops, never gives up, and denies no faults in the path it takes,” he explained, my eyes still focused down the ravine, “It moves silently, only a mere trickle to entertain itself as it causes a massive gash in the world. This, Zack, is true power.
Daniel "Z" HastingsMots clés philosophy fantasy metaphor fortitude
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