#joanne

Do you believe people can change their fate, or do you think our lives are mapped out before us? I mean, do you think we're each doomed to die a certain death? ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #change

But history has been adapted here, re-spun to tell Jan's tale: the story of a boy caught up in a world of change and opportunity, trickery and wonder. A story inspired by a city and its legends. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #change

Death continues to stalk the streets, stealing the souls of our children as they sleep. We're running out of fingers to close their eyes, voices to bless their souls, hands to dig their graves. Poisonous fumes from their unburied bodies contaminate the alleys, and the ghosts of those who have been buried rise nightly. Their tiny forms dance above their tombstones, an agonising reminder that we've failed them. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #death

A scientist must be a traveller, an explorer. Knowledge comes from experience. ... The path to enlightenment is never linear. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #experience

She believed in me. Where I had doubt and fear, she had faith. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #faith

No need for apologies. ... it's good to question things, but you must have faith too. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #faith

You went back in time,” he repeated, “and you expect his cell phone to work?” “Well, no, I just, I mean, I came back and he hasn’t! Shouldn’t he have?” Morrison, very steadily, said, “Were you together?” “No! I just said he went to fight the Morrigan!” “I see.” There was a pause. “The man is seventy-four years old, Joanie. He can take care of himself. If you were,” a great and patient pause filled the line before he went on, “time traveling. If you were time traveling and got separated, then I can’t think of any reason he would necessarily come back to the present at the same time you did.” “Except I was the focal point, it was my fault, it --!” “Joanne. Siobhan. Siobhan Grainne MacNamarra Walkingstick.” I didn’t think anybody had ever said my name like that before. I gulped down a hysterical sob and whispered, “Yeah?” Morrison, with gentle emphasis, said, “I love you. Now pull yourself together and go find the bad guy,” and hung up. ↗

— C.E. Murphy

#morrison #love

You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#firestorm #joanne #jonathan #dreams

I didn't bring you here," he said. "You think you're Miss Special Destiny of the year?" "No," I shot back, furious. "And I don't damn well want to be - whatever the hell you are. But sometimes there isn't a choice. Right?" "Careful. You might accidentally make some sense. Ruin your reputation." "You are infuriating!" "Yep," he agreed. "It's been said. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#firestorm #joanne #jonathan #dreams

I believe that being happy is the only important thing. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or torturous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive. ↗

— Joanne Harris

#happiness #joanne-harris #torture