#ma

Ook, though very clever, was the worst fighter in the tribe. That is how he ended up with Grot-Grot as his woman. Grot-Grot had a bald patch on the top of her head, she was missing an eye and she smelled like a dead skunk. She did have a good sense of humour though. ↗

— Aussiescribbler

#humor #ugliness #age

In an age in which the media broadcast countless pieces of foolishness, the educated man is defined not by what he knows, but by what he doesn't know. ↗

— Nicolás Gómez Dávila

#information #media #age

I loved you yesterday. I love you today. I'll love you tomorrow...forever. ↗

— Lynetta Halat

#new-adult-romance #romance #age

The land of easy mathematics where he who works adds up and he who retires subtracts. ↗

— Núria Añó

#ageing #aging #aging-gracefully #economy #getting-older

The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be leaves and vines. The mirror’s surface was clouded with dust and age, so much that Quinn could not even see his own reflection. On impulse, he rubbed a small circle with the back of his wrist but beneath the dust the glass was still milky and unclear. ~ "The Mirror ↗

— Cassie McCown

#christmas-lites #paranormal #short-story #the-mirror #ya

Make no mistake, Elphaba, Goddess Magick was potent in the old days. During the Dark Ages the Catholic Church had their hands full fighting it. Unfortunately, in large measure the Church won that war, relegating Wicca, Druidism and the rest to the fringes of society. With vastly weakened power.” “Except yours, Nick.” “I’ve always been a special case, Elphaba,” Nick explained. “Even though I began my career as an alchemist, I soon turned away from that practice and forged my own path. I uncovered my own secrets and kept them secret. That’s how I was able to maintain my power for so long. ↗

— Abramelin Keldor

#paranormal #age

Just having a certain kind of attitude can be magic. ↗

— Matt Posner

#magicians #age

They stand beside a grave. Hermann sprinkles upon it a powder, which falls in sparkles of light from his fingers. The earth begins to heave; and presently, as a volcano casts up its ashes, the grave empties itself. Slowly and slowly, like the rippling waves of a becalmed ocean, it rises to the surface, divides, and falls in crumbling heaps on either side. Then there ascends the venerable figure of an aged man, clothed in robes of purple and scarlet, the ensigns of senatorial dignity. At the same moment, the spectre arm, by wondrous motion of its own, tears itself aloft, and becomes a dimly gleaming torch; each livid finger sending forth pale red dusky flames, which fling a horrid glare upon the cadaverous features of the phantom. ("The Forsaken Of God") ↗

— William Mudford

#black-magick #grave #hand-of-glory #incantation #magick

Well, most of us think "The Merchant of Venice" is a porno script. On a more personal note, I’ve decided on pizza for dinner. ↗

— Jaye Frances

#ebooks #jaye-frances #kindle-ebook #novella #romance

In a city that is barely getting by with its small budget, something like illegal immigration can be the difference from being able to provide the level of public service that people expect. ↗

— Lou Barletta

#barely #being #budget #city #difference