#ark

We stand separate from the world because of our gifts. Never forget that, because you may be sure the world never will. ↗

— P.C. Cast

#neferet #separation

Annabeth realized that if six of them went on these two quests, it would leave Percy alone on the ship with Coach Hedge, which was maybe not a situation a caring girlfriend should put him in. Nor was she eager to let Percy out of her sight again—not after they’d been apart for so many months. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#coach-hedge #percy-jackson #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians #relationships #separation

He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?' I scowled. "Ass, Barrons. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #mac #mac

Another tug and a yank at my chestnut curls and she snarls at me, “You are so much like her.” This is something my mother often says and never explains. Though it is a great mystery to me it is also a blessing, for she always hurries from the room after saying it. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#dark-romance #gothic-romance #strong-heroine #suspense-drama #thriller

When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when he had it all -- cash, booze, and a wife -- he couldn't be distracted from the great emptiness that was always falling through him and never hit the ground. ↗

— Denis Johnson

#booze #dark #sad #alcohol

[startling Giles by walking in on him singing] (Spike) You know, for someone who's got "Watcher" on his résumé, you might wanna cast an eye to the front door every now and again. ↗

— Doug Petrie

#humour #irony #snark #irony

Not even the most heavily-armed police state can exert brute force to all of its citizens all of the time. Meme management is so much subtler; the rose-tinted refraction of perceived reality, the contagious fear of threatening alternatives. ↗

— Peter Watts

#marketing #memes #perception-of-reality #power #totalitarianism

Conservatism is the blind and fear-filled worship of dead radicals. ↗

— Mark Twain

#mark-twain #politics #twain #worship

That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dark #quiet #autumn

Nuns freak me out. ↗

— P.C. Cast

#chosen #house-of-night #marked #p-c-cast-kristin-cast #untamed