fantasy-young-adult

Humans have reason to hate us dragons. If one dragon turns against humankind, he is a great and terrible foe.

He is the one pocket of warmth in a sea of ice.

The world of books is my fantasy.

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

Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end.Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her.

Some thought magic came from the mind, others the soul, or the heart, or the will.

Lark__ SongThat child who from Diana__ thought is bornA huntress swift, who doth the world adornWith strength and passion worthy of the GreenMay wax, and one day rise to be a queen.That child who in the eye of Phoebus growsOf visage fair, that none would dare opposeMay in her hand hold light and glory too,And to the Light hold sternly staunch and true.That child who with the face of Venus smiles,Will bear a heart of mischief and of wiles,And may in time love__ faithful bonds fulfilWhile bending lesser hearts unto her will.That child who with Athena__ grace doth moveMay to all eyes her worldly wisdom proveAnd make right wise and fulsome use thereofTo measure all who seek to win her love.That child who with grim Circe__ tongue foretells Enmeshing faithful hearts within her spellsBy dint of sly mendacity and guile,All innocence and virtue may defile.That child who by her cunning doth conniveMay by fair Tyche__ fortune wax and thriveAnd come in time to sit upon a throne;Or fail and fall, forsaken and alone.That child may choose to hark to glory__ callAnd shine in splendour, loved by one and all;Or cleave to darkness, hated and reviled:Chance crafts the fate of every fate-touched child.

I just want to matter,' he said unsmiling. It was like pulling a curtain back, peering behind a mask made of smiles and quips. This was the real James, this young, bright, desperate thing. There was a burning intensity to his eyes, and she saw for the first time a boy who would sell his heart--not for some hobby, but because he thought it was the only way to life the life he wanted. They had that in common.

Life is a weirdly themed party

I like to keep my dreams attainable. Eat cheese, sleep on a nice bed, have my work in the same museum as Rothko--the usual.

That is why I take the younger ones, you see. You already give parts of your hearts away so easily--little fragments attached to celebrities, to hobbies, to ill-fated love affairs. Your kind have the best chance at survival.

We're all just moments and most of us don't matter. We study less than one percent of all humanity in our history books.

But were they truly victims? If they made a deal, knowing fully what they were trading for a wish--but then again, could a person ever truly know the consequences of giving away their heart?

The king is dead. Long live the queen.

That was a day that taught me the meaning of abject failure.

We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It__ indestructible _ it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us together. We understand each other.

Quiet,â_ she hissed at me, her voice shockingly aggressive for such a small person. â__therwise, Iâ__ll shut you up myself.

I was just thinking that it would be nice if, for once in a while, life made things easier,â_ I told him, feeling annoyed. â__hy does life have to throw impossible tasks at us all the time for crying out loud?â_ At hearing my debate, Luna huffed.â__ecause lifeâ__s a bitch,â_ she growled under her breath, sulking. â__hatâ__s why.