fantasy-fiction

You know that when a utility company is going down the fantasy route, they are likely hiding some illegal activity that they are engaging in. Fabricating fictional stories to their government regulator is just one of the many illegal activities that they engage in.

What__ not to love? I made friends with a pretty girl and now we get to plan a castle break in. This beats the day to day kill, eat and survive.

The demon of revenge had already taken hold of his heart. The cancer of injustice had already eaten at his cheerful soul, leaving a skeleton of a carcass behind, one that could never feel compassion for humans__r anything else__gain.

There exists a microscopic breed of brain beetle, commonly known as an __dea_. An idea desires only one thing: To catch the perfect brain wave.

Why should their pain produce such marvelous beauty? he wonders. Or is all beauty created through pain? Is that the secret of great art, both human and Melnibonen?

Then why are you still here?_ I ask. I stand up and her gun follows me. I welcome its bullets just to see if I could survive.__asochism.___ don__ know what that means.___t means I like my own pain.___hat doesn__ make sense._____ human. You think we ever make sense?

Fantasy is a reaction to the constraints of reality.

Names are for those who do not know themselves." Makwi - from The Bow of Destiny

When his dead father touched his hand, Athson almost dropped the arrow." From The Bow of Destiny

All that is gold does not glitter.Not all those who wander are lost:The old that is strong does not wither.Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

The Light shines brightest, when the world is at its darkest.

Justice lay on the edge o his blessed sword, but revenge - sweet as candy - filled his senses." The Bow of Destiny

Hastra, you think you see, but you don't see this. You never have." Corgren, from The Bow of Destiny

I'm afraid we were so eager to avoid war, we've made it all but certain.

When his dead father touched his hand, Athson almost dropped the arrow.

You know those vampire myths? Bollocks to them.

Blood Life is not hunger. It__ freedom

You don__ approve?_ Joan asked, picking up on Delphine__ tone. __heir stories were for themselves, not the Mirrors.___hat do you mean?_ said Bea.__ertainly sometimes a good little character would find a lamp, and would not be so corrupted by the strangely endless possibilities of three wishes that they ended up causing more harm than they ever imagined. Those stories fostered belief, they were retold, certainly; but they were few and far between. Most of the genie__ tales showed the characters exactly who they really were, not when they were despised and degraded, not when they__ reached the gutter and been given licence to look at the stars. No, the genies showed them who they were when they were invincible. The characters, they try to forget stories like that.