What they do no’ understand, they fear, and they hate what makes them afraid, for they think it is a sign o’ weakness.
To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
May my heart be kind, my mind fierce, and my spirit brave.
I think fantasy is best described as a kind of fiction that evokes wonder, mystery or magic, a sense of possibility beyond the ordinary world in which we live, and yet which reflects and comments upon that known world.
Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch.
She felt as if she had strayed into a fairy tale, as full of peril as of wonder, a place where anything could happen.
War is an unpredictable beast. Once unleashed, it runs like a rabid dog, ravening friend or foe alike. It can drag on for years, a slow attrition of nerve and fortitude, or be over in one brilliant flash, an extravagant conflagration of flame and blood and waste.