You or I might think that at least one would show courage and put up a fight. But neither you nor I have suffered as they, and even we have born witness in silence to lesser ills under less dire threat. Yet, in the face of evil, to sit silent is an even greater evil. Complacency is ever the enabler of darkest deeds;
Robert FanneyTag: evil courage fight fantasy suffering heroism threat complacency enablement
How can I judge?" she said at last. "To me, he is a hero. To the world a monster." She let her head fall into her arms and started crying quietly. "I miss him! Curse him! I miss him!"
Mithorden put a hand on her shoulder and let her cry for a few minutes. A sad smile slowly spread across his face. "I'm glad you can forgive him," he said at last.
Luthiel lifted her head. "How do you know?"
Because you miss him.
Tag: loss fantasy judgement forgiveness luthiel mithorden vyrl
There's a time and place for everything, and I believe it’s called 'fan fiction'.
Joss WhedonTag: humour fantasy fandom fanfiction
Aren't we all a bunch of weirdos?
Kaori NaruseMay your feet ever walk in the light of two suns... and may the moonshadow never fall on you...
Robert FanneyTag: wisdom moon fantasy light mystery shadow luthiel suns
There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. The only thing is hitsuzen.
Hitsuzen...A naturally fore-ordained event. A state in which all other outcomes are impossible.
Tag: fate fantasy coincidence
Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.
Jim ButcherTag: fantasy
But think of how much worse it would be to sit here, not knowing. Until the Dead choke the Ratterlin and Hedge walks across the dry bed of the river to batter down the door.
Garth NixAs for you, Private, if you mention a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the cat thing here. Understand?"
"Yum," said Mogget.
"Yes, sir!" mumbled the telephone operator, his hands shaking as he tried to smother the burning wreckage of his switchboard with a fire blanket.
The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.
Garth NixTag: fear fantasy fortune omen
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