If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we’ve earned a little annihilation.
Determination could easily become obsession.
Funny thing, employment. If you keep doing it, you keep getting paid.
Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.
I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore. I must try to remember.
The shadows of Ina-Karekh are the place where nightmares dwell, but not their source. Never forget: the shadowlands are not elsewhere. We create them. They are within.
Immortality gets very, very boring. You’d be surprised at how interesting the small mundanities of life can seem after a few millennia.
There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child.
But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn’t always guard the gates.
But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much.
It is important to appreciate beauty, even when it is evil.
There’s truth even in tainted knowledge, if one reads carefully.
Loneliness is a darkness of the soul.
Fortunately, where reason failed, blind panic served well enough.
You are Insignificant. One of millions, neither special nor unique. I did not ask for this ignominy, and I resent the comparison. Fine. I don’t you like you, either.
And in that sliver of time, I felt the power around me coalesce, malice-hard and sharp as crystal. That this analogy occurred to me should have been a warning.
But love like that doesn’t just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?
This means, in a way, that true light is dependent on the presence of other lights. Take the others away and darkness results. Yet the reverse is not true: take away darkness and there is only more darkness. Darkness can exist by itself. Light cannot.
They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life’s value.
Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?