#ya

Achieving the state of SABLE is not, as many people who live with these knitters believe, a reason to stop buying yarn, but for the knitter it is an indication to write a will, bequeathing the stash to an appropriate heir. ↗

— Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

#knitting #stash #yarn #death

-Just remember, what the French say. No, probably not the French, they've got a president or something. The Brits, maybe, or the Swedes. You know what I mean? - No, Matthew. What do they say? - The king is dead, that's what they say. The king is dead. Long live the king. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #grief #royalty #change

I will reign over a new world! ↗

— Tsugumi Ohba

#kira #light-yagami #death

Keisuke: "It's alright for you to kill someone?" Akira: "As long as they have tags. According to the rules, if there's three people present, it's an official battle. I'm not sure how you're supposed to start it, though." Keisuke: "So killing people is just a game, huh?" Akira: "It's the only way to survive. ↗

— Suguro Chayamachi

#death #keisuke #killing #manga #post-apocalyptic

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes. ↗

— E.J. Stevens

#paranormal #spirit-guide-series #teen #ya #young-adult

There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to you. ↗

— Nicole Sobon

#ya #zombies #death

Being shaken to death by a Hawaiian tourist look-alike was not how Arena imagined her death. ↗

— Lynn Blackmar

#adventure #espionage #spy #surfing #teenage-spies

Loyalty never put blood back in a man's veins. ↗

— Carol Berg

#life-and-death #loyalty #courage

Marya put down her fork. “Why are you doing this, Koschei? I have had lovers before. You have, too. Remember Marina? The rusalka? She and I swam together every morning. We raced the salmon. You called us your little sharks.” The Tsar of Life held his knife so tightly Marya could see his knucklebones bulging. “Were any of them called Ivan? Were any of them human boys all sticky with their own innocence? I know you. I know you because you are like me, as much like me as two spoons nested in each other.” Her husband leaned close to her, the candlelight sparking in his dark, shaggy hair. “When you steal them, they mean so much more, Marousha. Trust me. I know. What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you? Did I not give you enough pretty dresses? Enough emeralds? I’m sure I have more, somewhere.” Marya lifted her hand and laid it on her husband’s cheek. With a blinking quickness, she drove her nails deep into his face. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that. I have worn nothing but blood and death for years. I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me. I have learned all the tricks you said I must learn. I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man. I have learned to lay my finger aside my nose and disappear. I have learned to watch everything die. I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. And if I have watched all my soldiers die in front of me, if I have only been saved by my rifle and my own hands, if I have drunk more blood than water for weeks, then I take the human boy who stumbled into my tent and hold him between my legs until I stop screaming, you will not punish me for it. Are we not chyerti? Are we not devils? I will not even hear your punishment, old man. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#marya-morevna #death

Death chased you Natalie. You have lived your life surrounded by it. You seek it. You creep around in dark places searching for it but you are afraid of it aren’t you? ↗

— Nicole T. Smith

#death