Fantasy Quotes - Page 10

We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us together. We understand each other.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong home.

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

He sent it flying at full speed. It jumped six times as well, sending ripples across the sea. The small splashes of foam turned into miniature rainbows as they caught the light of the evening sun setting behind the clouds.

Although nobody could ever know about our friendship, that wasn’t going to stop us from being together.

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost town.

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.

There's a word for an author who doesn't give up... published.

I could have drowned today. If they hadn’t been screaming my name so loudly and if I hadn’t woken up, I would have drowned.

The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.

A story just isn't a story without a dragon.

Next time when I dive into the territory that I had lived next to, where my sister grew up, I know what to expect. I would be ready. I would be prepared.

It was the ideal place where people call ‘home.

Fantasy is an excellent platform to shine new lights on old truths.

And finally, I've always drawn a great deal of moral comfort from Humpty Dumpty. The part I like the best? 'All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again.' That's because there is no Humpty Dumpty, and there is no God. None, not one, no God, never was.

I envisioned him tied in a chair, an iron arrow pointed at his brow. Ah, the power of positive thinking.

His eyes were frighteningly alive, the curve of his mouth savage and pleased. It suddenly didn't seem at all surprising that he should be able to pull things from his dreams.
In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

Silas consumed only one food, and it was not bananas.