#opal

They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#koboi #opal #paradox #time #blame

Now I can do the bolts," she slurred. "I've been trying to focus enough magic all week." The magic shifted and swirled, finally etching a picture in the air. It was a rough picture of Foaly, and he was laughing. I hate you, centaur!" screamed Opal, lunging toward, and then through, the insubstantial image. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and then she collapsed, snoring, on the floor. Artemis straightened his tie. Freud, he was certain, would have a field day with that. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#eoin-colfer #opal-koboi #focus

The Catholic Church sees voluntary vampirism as a kind of suicide. I tend to agree. Though the Pope also excommunicated all animators, unless we ceased raising the dead. Fine; I became Episcopalian. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#episcopalians #vampires #catholicism

I was raised an Episcopalian. And I did not and I don't believe that anyone is looking out for me personally. ↗

— Joan Didion

#believe #did #episcopalian #i #i was raised

Hey there, sleeping beauty…” Over his shoulder, the sky had deepened to a denim blue. “Did you kiss me awake?” “I did.” Daemon was propped on his side, using his arm to support his head. He placed his hand on my stomach and my chest fluttered in response. “Told you, my lips have mystical powers.” My shoulders moved in a silent laugh. “How long have you been here?” “Not long.” His eyes searched mine. “I found Blake sulking around the woods. He didn’t want to leave while you were out here.” I rolled my eyes. “As much as it bothers me, I’m glad he didn’t.” “Wow. Pigs are flying. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#beauty