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 Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 11:56 am
Quote: From the First Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, by Stephen Donaldson"The air was as clean and clear as crystal, and through it the great sweep of the landscape seemed immeasurably huge, so that the eye ached to see all of it.Hills stretched away directly under him; plains unrolled towards the horizon on both sides; a river angled silver in the sunlight out of the hills to the left. All was luminous with spring, as if it had just been born in that morning's dew." I'll probably find some more interesting ones wink
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 1:28 pm
((-Joined the guild just so that she could post this-)) A trip to the stars "In the mountains the rains were intense. The sea winds, full of moisture, hit the steep cliffs and billowed up in to black clouds which condensed, drenching the lowlands, before drifting out to sea. Every morning it rained hard before first light. And after at that time, when the foliage was slate-colored thought the window of my cabin, I felt the room fill up with silent visitors. Pale and weightless, with downcast eyes, they were the shades of all the dead that I had known. My grandmother, my mother, Luna and Milo. Never my father, whom I knew only from photographs. But the legions of the dead I had seen, smelled and tended aboard the Reponse came in force, overflowing the small room. I had x-rayed every one of them. Looked inside their bodies, occasionally glimpsing in the smoky swirls and deep shadows flickers which I took to be pinpoints windows onto their souls." - A Trip to the Stars Nicholas Christopher
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 2:36 pm
Jumping off the Planet by David Gerrold "He looked so sad and vulnerable - and for a moment, he even looked old - that I couldn't help myself. I flung mself into his arms. And so did Bobby. And Douglas. Not because he was right, but because he was Daddy. And he needed us. And suddenly it was very scary, the whole thing, and I guess we neded him too, and then Stinky started cryig. And I have to admit, even I -" Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier "Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge. A dark-haired little girl. Two boys, slightly older. This image is caught forever in my memory, like osme fragile creature preserved in amber. Myself, my brothers. I remember the way the water rippled as I trailed my fingers across the shining surface." This is one of my absolute favorite books.. so many beautiful passages from it that I cannot ever hope to capture them all here, only to recommend a reading... Daughter of the Forest "I moved forward, touching each one in turn, half seeing by the light of my small lantern the wildness and confusion in their eyes, hearing their voices halting and hesitant. All was not well with them. If I had expected them delivered to me whole and unchanged, brave and true and laughing as I remembered them, then I had misapprehended the nature of enchantments." More later... because I am a book addict ^^ heart (a monster's been let loose in this guild! xd )
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2004 8:28 am
The Great Hunt" by Robert Jordan He had tried denying it from the first, long before his eyes began to change from dark brown to burnished golden yellow. At that first meeting, that first instant of recognition, he had refused to believe, and had run from the recognition ever since. He still wanted to run.
His thoughts drifted, feeling for what must be out there, what was always out there in the country where men were few or far between, feeling for his brothers. He did not like to think of them that way, but they were.
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Contact. He felt them, felt other minds. Felt his brothers, the wolves. ((And now you all see why I wanted little Iqbal so badly.))
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 8:46 pm
Here are mine:
Quote: "It is a cruel thing to do, to cage such a beautiful, passionate animal as if it was only a dumb beast, but humans do so all too often. They even cage themselves, though their bars are made of society, not of steel.
... Such a beautiful animal should not be caged." - In the Forest of the Night by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Quote: "The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusion than all the veiled truth of the night.
I have lived in this illusion for much of my life, but I have never belonged to it. Before my birth, I existed for too long in the realm between nothingness and night, and even now, the night still whispers to me. A strong cord binds me to the dark side of the world, and shields me from the light." - Demon In My View by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 2:59 pm
A couple of excerpts which i thought were really interesting, from one of my favourite books of all time :] Elsewhere - Gabrielle Zevin "It was a pleasent enough life, Liz thinks. Though she could not remember the specific events, she senses something wonderful happened once. Looking at the babies to her rear and fore, left and right, she notices that most of them keep thier eyes closed. Why do they keep thier eyes closed? she wonders. Don't they know there's so much to see?
As Liz travels down the River, father and father away from her home, farther and farther away from Elsewhere, she has many thoughts. Indeed, there is much time for rumination when one is a baby at the start of a long journey.
There is no different in quality between a life lived forward and a life lived backward, she thinks. She had come to love this backward life. It was, after all, the only life she had. Furthermore, she isnt sad to be a baby. As the wisest here know, it isnt a sad thing getting older. On Earth, the attempt to stay young, in the face of maturity, is futile.
The waves cradel the babies and rock them to sleep. And before long, this one succumbs too.
She sleeps; she sleeps
And when she sleeps, she dreams
And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore. " Quote: "The end came quickly and there wasn't any pain. Sometimes, the father whispers it to the mother. Sometimes, the mother to the father. From the top of the stairs, Lucy hears it all and says nothing.
For lizzies sake, lucy wants to believe that the end was quick and painless: a quick end is a good end. But she cant help wondering, How do they know? the moment of the crash must certianly have been painful, Lucy reasons. And what if that one moment hadn't been quick at all?
She wanders into Lizzies room and surveys it despondently. A teenage girl's whole life is a collection of odds and ends: a turquoise bra thrown over a computer monitor, an unmade bed, an aquarium filled with earthworms, a deflated Mylar balloon from last Valentines Day, a Do Not Enter sign on the doorknob, a pair of unused tickets for a Machine concer under the bed. In the end, what does it all mean anyway? And what does it matter? Is a person just a pile of junk?" I most definately reccomend reading it, its so sad but so wonderfully written
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 4:49 pm
Quote: Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end of the way. Shouldn't be hard to find the source text for that one. wink
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 12:50 am
Quote: The questioner, who sits so sly, Shall never know how to reply. He who replies to words of doubt Doth put the light of knowledge out. -- William Blake - (A snippet from smile Auguries of Innocence
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 1:01 am
Quote: Lords of spirit, Lords of breath, Lords of fireflies, stars, and light, Who will keep the world from death? Who will stop the coming night? Blue eyes, blue eyes, have the sight. -- Madeleine L'Engle - (A snippet from smile A Swiftly Tilting Planet
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 9:50 am
Freakin' bloody beautiful, Pika. XD. I'm so in love with Madeleine L'Engle. I always forget how beautiful her writing is.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 12:49 pm
I haven't re-read her books in quite sometime but that prophesy/poem was so lovely I had to write it out when I was 12 or so. I love how her books have much more to them each time you go back and read them ^.^ I have so many good books on my shelf next to the manga and art books XD Have you read any of Sharon Shinn's angel books?
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 2:36 pm
I actually haven't. I did spend half my Sociology class looking through my Wrinkle In Time series looking for all I could find there. XD. I will probably be changing my excerpt for the contest.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 12:02 am
Well I just love the world concept in Shinn's angelic series and thus am recomending it to you ^.^ If I get ambitious I want to open another breedable shop with it based on her books. People like angels ^_^ but there would be humans too cause otherwise angel-seekers would be missing ^.^!
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 3:40 pm
I'm not actually using this but I utterly love it. Any late joiners, feel free to use it! (you'll have to shorten it, though. It's a page and a half>>) Turn to Stone by Philip Gross "Mum, Mum! Is it real?"
There's a little kid watching, can't be more than five or six---too young to be clever about this kind of thing, but they do have instincts. His instincts say: "There's something wrong here. Something very wrong." He's staring, eyes wide, and gripping his mother's hand. She's got things to attend to, places to go; she's trying to pull him away, but it's as if he's turned to concrete, boled to the spot---she can't budge him. He's as stiff as a statue himself.
"Mmmmaaaam . . ." His mouth comes open in a low wail "Maaaaam. I saw it blink."
The mother stops tugging. She's quite young, as mums go, with soft curly hair and a tired pretty face; she's all powdery colors. I take all this in as she turns, and stops, and looks, and her eyes meet mine. She's going to snap, "Of course it's not real! Don't be silly." But she hesitates, and for a moment I see she doesn't know. That's what gets me, that split second as her eyes, her big blue eyes, go wider and she knows why the kid is whingeing. That's the kick. I don't like to admit it, but it makes my heart beat faster, even now.
Look, she's staring at me like our parents told us never never to do. She can't make sense of it . . . If she decides it is a statue, she'll think: Very clever, almost too good to be true. But what if it isn't . . . ? Then she'll be staring, can't look away, at a living person, one who's staring back at her, cold and unblinking as stone.
It could be worse---though she won't think this; she's not been to the places I've been, or seen what I've seen. Worse still is it's not quite one thing or the other, not quite real or pretend, not flesh, not stone, but something inbetween.
The moment lasts too long. My eyes are stinging with the effort. Then I blink. She flinches and turns away sharply, whisking the kid away with her, as if the whole thing's been a nasty joke. A few steps on, they stop. She ferrets in her handbag, quick and clumsy, then pushes some coins into his hand. The kid dodges back, looking down, not at me. He throws the pennies in the hat, turns so fast he almost trips, and runs after her.
That's how it works. She's got to give something, like protection money. If she doesn't, she'll be thinking about that moment the rest of the day. She'll be wondering then the kid will wake up, that night or the next night or not for months or years, with a nightmare about statues that have human eyes that blink. Now she's paid me---about thirteen pence, as far as I could hear without looking---and she thinks that sets her free.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 10:44 am
"The magic is in the blood, it flows from the heart. Every time you use it, part of yourself goes with it. Only when you are prepared to give yourself and recieve nothing back will the magic work for you."
"A mage's soul if forged in the crucible of magic. The blade must pass through the fire, else it will break."
"I will do this. Nothing in my life matters except this. No moment in my life exists except this moment. I am born in this moment, and if I fail, I will die in this moment."
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