fantasy-fiction

I adore you, Chiru. I want to show you in ways words can't express

I was pregnable once,_ Merill thought to contribute. She remembered how troublesome it made getting around, having a ripe belly. Couldn__ roll properly, couldn__ hop properly, couldn__ romp or flop properly. There were the cravings for roasted cabbage__he loathed cabbage, with its leaves and growing in rows. And labor! Merill passed out during childbirth. She__ endured burns, lacerations, rips, serrated teeth, nails, hooks and a trove of unmentionable harm-inflictors. Labor trounced them all and wriggled gleefully in the spray of blood and gore. __eing pregnable is no good. No good at all. Like growing a bitter melon in your belly.

Every so often i'd wake up when his arms clenched around me, his embrace so tight i thought he'd cut off my circulation, holding me as if even in his sleep he was haunted by the fear of losing me.

There goes the world's wimpiest vampire.

It's easy to look at people and make quick judgements about them, their present and their pasts, but you'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only oneone tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from site. And more often than not, it's lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul." ~Acheron 2008

Time flows like memories on the shores of the past.

A pure crystal stream sprang laughing in the midst of desolation......

Though the people of this modest village were not accustomed to seeing such barbaric men as Varg, it was his inhuman features that had the citizens of Fellenshire Village on edge. Not only was Varg's hair whiter than an old wise man's beard, but he was nearly six and a half feet tall and easily towered over the shaken folk of the village. His enormous stature alone would intimidate even the most hardened warriors, but with Varg's hair paired with his silver eyes, the people of this small town whispered that the devil himself may be walking amongst them.

There is nothing more important in life than perception, because you shape your life through it. It is like a looking glass, you look and you perceive things. You perceive a reality. You make it real and you live by it. It is all about your eyes, how you see it. And what you see, you create.

Right now, all she knew was that she had the potential to love him greatly and fiercely, and she wanted to do so and nothing else very much and for many years.

_ Climbed that roost, alighted right there. Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears.A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare. Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear. _

She snuggled close, nuzzling her hair beneath his chin. __ever leave me,_ she whispered back. The siren chuckled sadly, the sound vibrating up through his chest and pleasantly against her ear. __ut I must return to the sea every now and then or I will die._ He sighed. __ome part of me believes it would be a good death.

Magic happens to those who believe in it."-Zonosh, Wizard of the Elements

Todo o reino de Fantasia assenta-se sobre alicerces de sonhos esquecidos." A História Sem Fim(The whole kingdom of Fantasy sits upon foundations of forgotten dreams - Endless Story).

Something in Naja's voice, in the roughness of his hands, made Arjin wonder if there might be some truth to the tales of Ansari devouring soft, young humans. The hunger and need he felt pouring off the other man frightened Arjin even as it excited him.

Even though you distance yourself,you always look out for me,it makes me want to get into more trouble

To read is to live inside a new world...

Seeing that humans in modern cultures were destroying their environment for the sake of self-indulgence, the Dokkalfar focused their attention on poorer nations, whose terrain still flourished. A century of ethnic cleansing, deforestation, and war assured the land weakened and humans stayed in abject poverty. The result was a perfect contrast. In certain parts of the world, millions of children died of starvation and disease while other countries held excesses and riches never before seen. Earth became a place of greedy extremes. Societies lost the ability to relate to one another, choosing instead to focus on their own. No one noticed the one common theme every culture held. The world itself was dying.