#or

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#heartbreak #lament #love #lovers-love-story #lovers-sadness

My power grew angry that it was confined to my petite frame and pulled against my taut skin. Growing bolder, it tore through my skin to lay flat against my outer edge. The glowing energy began to solidify against my flesh; it lengthened to mold itself to my frame and contained me in a transparent cocoon. I flexed my fingers against the waxy surface and began to panic. I was cut off from my coven now and could not feel their thoughts. I could see the panic on their faces as I fell onto my side to convulse. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#cocoon #frame #horror #magic #paranormal

It is easy to believe we are each waves and forget we are also the ocean. ↗

— Jon J. Muth

#neighbors #spelling #zen #ocean

We are much too much inclined in these days to divide people into permanent categories, forgetting that a category only exists for its special purpose and must be forgotten as soon as that purpose is served. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#classification #individuality #stereotypes #stereotypes

Power is the ability not just to tell the story of another person, but to make it the definitive story of that person. ↗

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#power #stereotypes #stories #stereotypes

Just a friendly warning: the forces of spiritual darness are nothing to trifle with. Vampires do exist, no matter what the so-called scientific minds might say, and they ARE dangerous! ↗

— C.C. Brown

#black-widow-society #paranormal-romance #the-living-undead #thriller #vampire

Our minds sometimes see what our hearts wish were true. ↗

— Dan Brown

#cardinal-mortati #demons

Yes, madam, I am drunk. But in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.
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— Winston Churchill

#drunkenness #retort #classics

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#new-years #new-years-eve #snow

Confession time: I doubt I would ever have picked up one of Marjorie’s books, had I not met her in person. The reason is they’re categorized as Romances, which is where they are shelved in bookstores. Though I have no justification for avoiding it, the romance section is an area in bookstores I seldom wander into. Her novels also have traditional-looking romance book covers, which are occasionally a bit off-putting to us mighty manly men. Then again, who knows? I don’t carry many biases where good storytelling is concerned. I’m willing to find it anywhere, as too many of my friends will attest, when I try to drag them to wonderful movies that they aren’t eager to go to, simply because they fall under the chick-flick rubric. So, in any case, I’m glad I did meet Marjorie Liu in person, because it would have been a shame to miss out on the work of an author this talented due to whatever degree of cultural prejudices I might still possess. I trust you who read this won’t make the same mistake. ↗

— Bill Willingham

#prejudices #romance-novels #stereotypes #storytelling #men