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We cannot spend our lives in hiding, wond

We cannot spend our lives in hiding, wondering what we might accomplish if given the chance. We have to take that chance ourselves.

In many ways, that unease has guided me through these stories, that note of trouble that I think many of us hear in familiar tales, because we khow-even as children-that impossible tasks are an old way to choose a spouse, that predators come in many guises, that a prince’s whims are often cruel.

Wanting is why people get up in the morning. It gives them something to dream of at night. The more I wanted, the more I became like them, the more real I became.

A singular red bead. I didn't need it. Well, I didn't need any of them, but I'm glad I had them, because they inspired me to create this night-righ

A singular red bead. I didn't need it. Well, I didn't need any of them, but I'm glad I had them, because they inspired me to create this night-right up to the point when the night took over, with Mik's help, and started to create itself. Which is what one always hopes will happen: for life to take over and be bigger and more marvelous than what we can dream up on our own.
Life doesn't need magic to be magical

I’m an emotional delinquent and I say wrong things all the time, but I want to be better for you. I promise that. It doesn’t matter to me that you’

I’m an emotional delinquent and I say wrong things all the time, but I want to be better for you. I promise that. It doesn’t matter to me that you’re ill and it doesn’t matter if I have to give up everything, because you’re worth it.

"Happiness", he said, his voice holding the word so gently, a tinge of disbelief in his tone, as though happiness itself were as much a myth as the

"Happiness", he said, his voice holding the word so gently, a tinge of disbelief in his tone, as though happiness itself were as much a myth as their gods and monsters.

It isn't wrong to be glad to be alive.

Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill the worlds. Life is your master,or death is.

Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill the worlds. Life is your master,or death is.

Humanity was messy. For the majority of his short life, he’d thought of people as either good or bad, clean or stained—the separation stark, the li

Humanity was messy. For the majority of his short life, he’d thought of people as either good or bad, clean or stained—the separation stark, the lines drawn in black and white—but the last six months had shown him a multitude of grays.

"Corsai, Corsai, tooth and claw,
Shadow and bone will eat you raw.
Malchai, Malchai, sharp and sly,
Smile and bite and drink you dry.”
August swallowed

"Corsai, Corsai, tooth and claw,
Shadow and bone will eat you raw.
Malchai, Malchai, sharp and sly,
Smile and bite and drink you dry.”
August swallowed hard, knowing what came next.
“Sunai, Sunai, eyes like coal,
Sing you a song and steal your soul.”

I heard nothing but the distant chirp of a beetle, the ruffle of my horse's breath, the swish of meadow grass in the breeze-and then she placed a b

I heard nothing but the distant chirp of a beetle, the ruffle of my horse's breath, the swish of meadow grass in the breeze-and then she placed a berry in my mouth,sweet and juicy. "It calls to you, Jafir. It whispers, a voice riding the wind. Here I am, come find me. Listen."
But all I heard was a different kind of knowing, one that even Morrighan couldn't hear, a knowing that felt as sure and old as the earth itself. Ít whispered deep within my gut, I am yours, Morrighan, forever yours ... and when the last star of the universe blinks silent, I will still be yours.

Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. It has always been my refuge, my place of escape, whether I wa

Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. It has always been my refuge, my place of escape, whether I was sneaking onto a rooftop lit only by the stars or down a midnight alley to be with my brothers. Darkness was my ally. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another.

Betrayed by her own,
Beaten and scorned,
She will expose the wicked,
For the Dragon of many faces
Knows no boundaries.

And though the wait may be

Betrayed by her own,
Beaten and scorned,
She will expose the wicked,
For the Dragon of many faces
Knows no boundaries.

And though the wait may be long.
The promise is great,
For the one name Jezelia,
Whose life will be sacrificed
For the hope of saving yours.

Until one comes who is mightier....
The one sprung from misery,
The one who was hunted,
The one marked with claw and vine,

Until one comes who is mightier....
The one sprung from misery,
The one who was hunted,
The one marked with claw and vine,

My parents wonder why I don't have more friends, and this is why: beacause I don't want to be friends with these people. Even the nice ones think I'm weird; I can see it in their faces when they get paired with me for projects. I'm the person pray the teacher doesn't call for your group. Not because I'm a terrible student, or because I make you do all the work, but because I dress like a homeless person and I never talk. When I was really little, it was endearing. Now it's strange.

The bigger the numbers get, the less like people they seem. It's easy to forget they're humans like Wallace. Like me. Finding someone who like it-who loves it-enough to make their own art about it and actually hand it to me themselves, instead of sending it to a P.O. box or emailing it, is surreal to the highest degree.

Truth is the worst monster, because it never really goes away.

Broken people don't hide from their monsters. Broken people let themselves be eaten.

Usually the worst monsters live inside us

The impossible is only impossible if you don't even try

The impossible is only impossible if you don't even try

Love is a noble cause. How can anything done in the service of a noble cause be wrong?

Love is a noble cause. How can anything done in the service of a noble cause be wrong?