And the more he gazed at her, the more he felt a twinge of something he couldn’t quite describe, an unknown surge that bubbled inside him from the first moment he’d caught sight of her, and it wouldn’t release him.
Las fantasías son verdades que utilizan la mentira como herramienta.
Magic is always impossible. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That’s why it is magic.
My number one fear is heights. Well, not so much the heights but the falling from heights. Actually the falling isn’t that bad (I have a strong heart), it’s the sudden stops that are painful. Believe me – I experienced it once.
In the dim sunset Perceval looked the glade over and said, “Does your lady wife think so little of sending you out on deadly errands?
The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.
Oh, that’s just great. I come all the way back here, risking major brain cell burnout, and you don’t even believe me? I’m basically guaranteeing myself a lifetime of heartbreak, and all you have to say is that you think I’m not right in the head?
You are the sum total of what you have seen and learned, but underneath that is a core being, a usually untouchable being, that makes you who you truly are. It can make a person into a great peacemaker like Ghandi, or a serial killer like Ted Bundy, but it is immutable. That core holds both our deepest darkness and our greatest light. It’s the harmonies layered on top of that core melody that make us who we are from day to day.
How you must hate Logres,
Fantasy is a reaction to the constraints of reality.