#my other possibility was making a quilt all in shades of black and gray that says fuck seasonal depression over and over

[bomberqueen17]

So Dude spent all yesterday digitizing an emoji to make a patch.

In the meantime I cleaned up a bunch of my own stuff-- for Christmas I got a smaller hoop for my machine, and what I can do with that is use up the corners of stabilizer-prepared fabric that I embroidered something onto the middle of. With the 4″ hoop there’s actually a lot of space that the needle can’t really utilize, but it’s got to be the same good fabric and have stabilizer under it so there’s even pressure from the hoop.

So I took a couple of failed attempts from earlier, and hooped the 2″ hoop on each of the four corners of the fabric, and embroidered, mostly, rude words and phrases of 2 words or less.

I’m going to make a lap quilt. You know how everybody has specific decor things they get out for Christmas? A lot of people I know, anyway. They have little snowman-themed pillow shams for the couch, and lap quilts to tuck over the back of the couch, and snowman-needlepointed door draft-stoppers, and such. But in late January, you gotta put that shit away, it’s just not... right. 

But it’s still winter. It feels weird to put your regular shit back on your couch and so on.

So I’m making a festive Sick Of Winter’s Shit crazy quilt for just this time of year. After Christmas, after the magic has worn off, and there’s still gonna be three solid months of cold dark wet bullshit, and you’re going to hurt yourself shoveling, wreck your favorite shoes in a puddle when you Choose Poorly because you thought it was all thawed (last night I almost died in cute boots ok), and the ol’ seasonal depresh crashes in because you got over your holiday stress but it’s all just a letdown and there’s nothing to look forward to.

I have a lot of worn-out garments with penguins on them, because in late high school my mother made me a fleece vest with penguins on it and everyone decided I was Into Penguins because I loved this vest. I loved it because it was comfortable and cozy, but I mean, I don’t not like penguins... so I wound up with a huge selection of penguin-themed sleepwear etc.

So I’m going to cut all those up and make this quilt out of them.

And it’s going to have a lot of swears on it.

And I’m going to make a semi-matching pillow sham, preferably in blue velvet with glitter, and it’s going to say Let It Snow on it a bunch of times but I’m going to make it off-center so it just says Tits Now, and that’s my winter-themed décor.

[cranetreegang]

Witcher Fanfic with OC Characters: Part 1: I Need Your Help

A/N: So... I've never actually played the Witcher, or read any of the books. I've only seen the tv show and movie and random videos on Youtube. But I know enough about it to make me wanna write this.

Lanas and Nisalla are OC and I don't plan on included any actual characters from the original games/books because I'm kinda doing my own thing here and I don't wanna butcher them by accident. I don't know what time period this is set in either. I'm thinking in the future of where Witcher 3 takes place... maybe. I apologize for any wrongness I may make in regards to Witcher lore, and am very open to corrections. I like writing semi-believe/semi-accurate fanfics. Also, any input is greatly appreciated and welcomed. With that being said, I do hope you enjoy!

Summary: Lanas, a lone witcher just finishing a job in Ivalo, is looking to head to the next contract when a strange woman offers him a job. Will he accept, or will he ignore her request?

Warnings: Mild cursing

Word Count: ~1,600 words

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Lanas stared into his pale brown ale with more content than he’s felt all month. The tavern was void of lively patrons, save him. Not that he was a lively patron by any means. In fact, far from it as he sipped his mild drink in comfortable silence. He had been in Ivalo for over a week tracking down a Spriggan that was terrorizing the logging crew. Lanas murmured a curse to the greedy lumberjacks that ventured into the forest for their prized wood, and tore down the Spriggan’s home; causing this whole mess.

Lanas took a hearty swig that barely stung his throat. The tavern's thin walls shook from the lumber yard back in business thanks to Lanas’ swift execution of the Spriggan. With only four loggers dead from the Spriggan’s revenge, Lanas was rewarded with enough crowns to get him down the road. And he was ready to get as far away from this shithole as possible. The smell of putrid waste hung in the air everywhere you went in Ivalo. Which was enough to keep him in a constant bad mood.

He stared at his empty drink with thoughts to get more when the door flew open to the tavern. The draft brought in the fresh scent of mud, a mixture of human and animal feces, and a hint of Damiana.

“There you are!” A female voice called out to the empty room. Lanas didn’t bother to turn towards her and he made a silent prayer that she wasn’t talking to him. He heard the wood creak and groan until she plopped down across from him.

The auburn haired woman was unfamiliar to Lanas. Her dark reddish hair framed around her face and just touched her shoulders. The numerous freckles dotting her pale skin only served to make her look younger than she really was. Her lips, a dull shade of vermilion, formed a bright smile that suited her well, and made her appear warm and easy to talk to. Her cheeks were well-defined, but not overly sharp. Her storm gray eyes were soft, and directed right into Lanas’ dark amber ones without a hint of fear. She wore dark brown, nearly black, leather armor that was made specially for her. A black cloak hung off her back that didn’t conceal the silver-tipped bow poking past her head. Overall, her presence didn't give Lanas much concern or second-thoughts.

“You’re a hard person to find, witcher.” She drummed her covered fingers on the worn table that had several slashes and holes from years of misuse. “But, luckily for you, I’m a very determi-, hey! Where’re you going?”

Lanas had stood up from his seat and was slumbering over to the lone fat bartender by the entrance.

“Another.” Lanas gruffly ordered while setting his mug down on the bar. The barkeep looked between him and the woman running up to him with a knowing smirk.

“Ya’ll need a’least three if ya don’t wanna go deaf ‘fore the day’s done.” The bartender laughed at his joke while pouring more ale into the mug. The woman let out a sharp scoff then crossed her arms.

“I’d say that hurt my feelings, but that would imply that I care what you think.” She spat.

“I’ll take those other two now.” Lanas sighed.

The woman leaned on the bar with her full body turned towards the annoyed witcher. She looked over him with interest. Sizing him up, it seemed. He was at least a head taller than her and far more broad than she. His shaggy raven black hair hung past his pierced ears. The two studs in his ears weren’t of any value, from what she could tell, and he didn’t possess any other forms of jewelry besides his silver amulet laying on his décolleté. His face was well-defined like that of a wolf and he had a fine stubble of dark hair on his lower face. Even though he was broad, he was still lean and agile.

The armor he wore was quite heavy just by looking at it. Scratched metal covered parts of his chests, forearms, and legs while thick quilted earthy brown leather protected everything else. Her eyes strayed on his silver bear amulet for a moment too long. Lanas bared his sharp teeth at her and she smiled sheepishly at him.

“I’m sorry. Very rude to stare, I know. I just couldn’t help but notice your bear thing.” She pointed at his medallion, making him promptly shove the necklace underneath his armor.

The barkeep placed Lanas’ three drinks in front of him then turned his attention to the woman. “If ye gonna be botherin’ folks, ya better orda somethin’. Else, git.”

The woman waved her hand at the barkeep to dismiss him. “As I was saying, before you walked away, I’ve been looking for you.”

Lanas chugged the first ale and let out a satisfied sigh. He turned his head slightly towards her and seemed disappointed that she was still there. He began drinking his second mug as she continued speaking.

“I’ve been tracking, what I believe to be, a cyclops.” She said with her eyes wide in enthusiasm. “I know! Exciting, right?”

Lanas finished his second mug, and was working his third.

“This cyclops has been picking off poor travelers on the road from here to Dorian. It’s been hiding out in the forest then swooping in to smash everyone to bits.” Her fist slammed on the wooden bar to emphasize her point.

Lanas also slammed his empty mug down then wiped off the ale slipping down his stubbled chin. He shoved himself away from the bar and began to leave the tavern. He didn’t make it far down the street before the woman was beside him once more.

“You’re seriously still gonna leave. Even though a cyclops is terrorizing people!” She exclaimed over the roaring noise from the lumber mill that vibrated the muddy ground they slogged through.

Lanas rolled his eyes. “Cyclops keep to themselves.” He tried to speed up his pace, but she easily matched him.

“Yes. Yet, it’s still out there causing havoc.”

“Not my problem.” Lanas dismissed with a grunt.

“Oh, you’re one of those witchers. I see. Not your problem until someone pays for it to be your problem.” She reached into her pack to produce a well-sized sack that made a nice clanking noise. She held it out in front of Lanas, who slowed down his stride to better examine the dangling prize.

She grinned at his interest. “Ah, there we go. Should’ve done this sooner. I’ll pay you to help me kill this cyclops.”

Lanas went to grab the pouch when she yanked it out of his reach. His scowl consumed his already harsh features. “I get paid now, woman.”

“It’s Nisalla. Nis for short. And no.” She shoved the pouch back into her pack. “Not until you agree. Can’t have you running off on me.”

Lanas glared down at Nis, but she just smiled back. Lanas let out a low growl and stomped ahead. “I don’t work with others. Especially not humans.”

“If you’re worried about me dying, don’t. I can handle myself.”

“That’s what they all say.” Lanas grumbled under his breath. “And I don’t care if you die. You might get me killed because you do something stupid.”

She let out a sharp gasp while clutching over her heart. “You wound me, witcher. Truly. Especially since I haven’t done anything stupid so far.”

One of his black brows rose as he side-eyed her. “You’re following me around. Testing my patience. I’d say that’s stupid.”

She hummed to herself in thought. “Reckless, maybe. I don’t think it’s stupid though.”

Lanas stopped walking, causing Nis to stop as well. Lanas got right in her face, forcing her to look up at him, and glared at her.

“Whatever it is,” his jaw was clenched so tightly that the words coming out sounded like hisses, “it won’t matter when I slit your throat and feed your entrails to the wolves if you keep bothering me.”

Nis’ brows rose and her stormy eyes widened. Her heart beat a bit quicker as she stared into his glowing amber eyes with slits like a cat ready to pounce on her. Then she let out a nervous giggle as she patted his shoulder. “You almost got me there. Nearly pissed myself, honestly!” She laughed as he stared at where she touched him in furious disgust.

She motioned with an exaggerated arm movement down the muddy path, “Come now. I think if I stay here a moment longer, I’m gonna cut my nose off. This place smells like shit.” She sauntered towards the stables, with a couple of bystanders flipping her off for her blatant comment. Lanas stared after her with his fists balled tightly at his side.

“She didn’t even flinch.” He grumbled under his breath. He chuckled to himself that maybe she wouldn’t faint at the sight of this supposed cyclops. He caught up to her at the stables to find her preparing a sorry looking red roan. She hopped onto the mare and flashed Lanas a pleased smile.

“So, you are coming then?” She asked.

Lanas went over to his tanned stallion and petted the beast’s muzzle. He saw the burning curiosity brimming in the young horse’s eyes.

“We’re off again, Horse.” He patted the side of the horse’s neck before hopping on Horse's back.

“Horse? You named your horse, Horse?” Nis questioned.

Lanas sent Horse trotting ahead and Nis turned her mare to follow. She giggled to herself at the unoriginality before asking, “What’s your name, witcher? Or is that your actual name?”

She tossed the heavy leather pouch to the witcher. He looked inside the bag, and was pleased to see it filled with golden crowns glittering in the sunlight. He stuffed it into his saddle bags then glanced over at Nis awaiting eagerly for his answer.

“Lanas.”

Nis said the name quietly to herself then grinned. “Alright, that was half. You get the other half after you kill the one-eyed beast. Try to keep up, Lanny.” She took off ahead of Lanas, who watched her with an irritated scowl. If this cyclops doesn’t kill her, Lanas was sure he would.

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[shhhhhskars]

See You Again (part 2)

Click here to indulge in part 1. This is kind of our babies getting emotionally vulnerable with each other, and being weirdos together. All the feels. Very fluffy and soft soft Alex things. I hope you enjoy this. (P.S. sorry if there are typos or what not, my brain has been tired lately.)

There was something bittersweet about finding it when she did. A mixture of embarrassment, unease and relief. It over took her body in a rush as she gazed at his messy scribble in the lonely kitchen, and she had to physically close her eyes to ground herself for a few seconds. All was silent, except for the soft humming of the refrigerator, and she basked in it for a second. With the tension leaving her body, she realized just how disappointed she truly was a second ago. And what was this undeniable shift she felt in the pit of her stomach, the muddled clenching that was there just prior- practically nonexistent now? All of that pent up anxiety and frustration. Gone. Poof. Easy like that. Simply because he had signaled that he was still around.

How was it possible that he could shift her mood so effortlessly? The thought made her seethe a little, his pull was far too strong on her emotions, and it terrified her.

Making a mental note to check in with herself later, she took her her sweet time to climb the staircase up to the rooftop terrace- an effort to convince herself that she was not a complete soft trash can for the man who waited for her. She did her best to maintain an expression of nonchalance- an effort to appear cool, calm and collected. Instead, she found herself chewing at the inside of her bottom lip the entire time, to hold back the smile that was fighting it’s way across her lips. 

When she finally reached the top level, firmly pulling open the french doors, she stopped curtly, legs suddenly feeling like lead.

The roof terrace which was designed to be a cozy space- was decked out intricately from left to right. Draped from edge to edge- twinkling round string-lights hung, the glow that emitted from the circular bulbs standing out against the black, industrial wire and the bare night sky. They wrapped around the exposed wooden beams that provided a shaded area in the day-time, and looped back to where she was standing. Starting at her feet, there were milky wax candles of all sizes, placed in careful bundles all around the terrace floor, burning comfortably in temperate night. A few over-sized metal lanterns lay among them, with taller candles inside, the light bouncing back and radiating against the glass. Dozens of healthy sunflowers (her favorite) beamed straight up in ceramic white pitchers, which were spread through out the various surfaces- one on top of the lounge table, another on top of the bar area. 

He staggered his usual potted plants to the outskirts of the terrace, their terra-cotta buckets adding to the rosiness and haziness of the scene- which made just enough room for a fluffy, layered spread of blankets, on top of a heavy, white quilted duvet. A handful of throw pillows were scattered a top, all some shade of creme or white, some with cotton covers, others knitted, some just soft and fuzzy. Two generously sized wine glasses were perched on a wooden stool next to the area, already filled with a deep ruby hue, and she could tell it was her favorite blend that they kept in their mini collection downstairs. A gentle, soft jazz instrumental filtered through the air, nearly undetectable due to the fact that they were nestled in the heart of the city, the buzz from around them undeniable. 

She was in awe of the energy of the space- of his lofty and particular intimate curation. Stunned, she held her breath. 

As if on cue, the giant Swede who was responsible for it all, appeared from around the corner, whistling softly to himself, carrying an extensive charcuterie board with two large hands. He nearly jumped when he saw her standing in the door way, and clutched at the wooden board firmly. 

“Holy shi.. I said around 10...ish, 'baby. Hi, though.” he muttered with a furrowed brow, but a silly smile was spreading across his face just from seeing her frame in the doorway. He walked over to the wooden table that was near their fort of blankets, and placed down his work of art, shifting it into place on the table. 

Still in complete shock, she ignored him and his time request, watching him nonchalantly shift some of the cheeses on the board. 

“Alex...did you do all of this...for me?” she questioned, clearing her throat to catch his attention when he ignored her. “Alex..” she pressed again, softly, and he pried his attention away from the cheese brought his eyes to hers finally. Looking around, he gave her a tiny, innocent shrug and a nod, as if to say, yeah, I did. He pushed himself up, dusting his butt off a little as he did so, and walked over to where she stood expectantly in the door way.

He wrapped a hand around the small of her waist, pulling her into him, and she sighed a breath of relief, from the much needed contact. 

“We haven’t seen much of each other as of late. I figured, we could use some alone time.” he said modestly. “I mean, I know it’s nothing much, or whatever but...something small, you know, just for us.”

She scoffed, wrapping one arm around his waist, pulling his body closer to hers with a gentle jerk. Suddenly her Tiramisu and lingerie felt minuscule, compared to what he did for her. 

“Small? Baby...” she planted a solid kiss on his chin. “This is everything.” she whispered. Music still softly threading along in the background, he blushed a violent shade of light pink, and brought his lips gently onto hers, leaving a lingering, soft kiss that made her want to whine when he broke it. He dropped her waist and went for her hand, interlocking their fingers and pulling her out of the doorway, and down onto the terrace. “C’mere.” He tugged at her arm, prompting her to follow him to the little area he had set up for them.

**

A few glasses of wine in, and she’s sitting pretzel style on top of one of the pillows, giggling at a Skarsgard camping story. This time, he remincised on  camping with G, and Gustaf’s then girlfriend. Bill also tagged along, as well as a young Valter, and the trip was a memorable mess, because Valter, Bill and Alexander were forced to share a tent. Other than Gustaf and his girlfriend making their...sounds, Valter could swear up and down he heard a bear in the middle of the night- which led to him waking them up in the ass crack of night,  to sob a bit and beg them to check it out. Bill volunteered, and instead of coming back into the tent he took an intentionally long smoke break, which caused Valter to freak out even more.

 His shirt rode up as he spoke, animated and enthused as ever, exposing his sculpted, tan torso and gray boxer briefs. This was one of his top five favorite positions to be in, ‘cause he could gaze right up at her with ease, head snuggled in her lap and his long body stretched out to the maximum. If she threw in a little head scratch, ah, that was true bliss. 

“Ah...that little motherfucker, man. I miss him when he was small. Now he’s all...smart and what not.” Alexander commenced his reminiscing with a chuckle, followed with a small sigh. 

She smiled down at him, one hand brushing through his locks, the other, reaching for her wine glass and dragging the rim up to her lips. “Yeah, well, that generally happens, sweets. You have fifty million siblings, you should know this.” she said with a little tug on his hair. He winced, belting out a mumbled ouch, and pinched the side of her thigh.

“Fifty million, yeah? I’m defffintely telling my dad you said that.” he said with a goofy little giggle, raising a hand up to gently trace her cheekbone.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare, Skarsgard. You know that’s my bestie.” she said with a roll of her eyes, cutting her eyes at him playfully.

“Ooh, and I’m telling mom you said that,” he countered, changing from his index to his rough thumb, bringing his hand down to stroke her jaw-line with his large finger. A full on grin was spread across his face now, fully amused at teasing her, and her mouth dropped dramatically. 

“You’re playing dirty. I thought you missed me, sir.” She gave her best pout and sad eyes, but it only made them both laugh.

“I missed the hell out of you, and those awfully dramatic facial expressions you do. You should be an actress.” he touched the tip of her nose with his index finger, and she shook her head with a small laugh.

“Oh? There’s a joke.” she said with a little snicker, imagining the scenario briefly. She ran her hand down his tummy, tracing small circles on exposed skin. He shuddered under her touch, and he closed his eyes, snuggling his head more into her lap. It was getting later and later, and Alexander became more and more of a baby when it was close to his bed-time.

“Mmmmm.” he mumbled as adjusted, relaxing under her touch. She took a good look at him, laying their with his eyes closed. She could see every line, every tiny little wrinkle that creased up at the side of his eyes- she adored each one. Under his eyes were slightly puffy, like he was restless and needed a good rest tonight. She looked at his faded stubble that was growing back at a rapid rate from his last visit to the barber. 

“What? Does that feel good?” she asked, nibbling on the inside of her bottom lip gently as she peered down at him.

He nodded slowly, and she stopped the circles on his tum for only second, just for his eyes to shoot open and his brows to furrow down. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, and she resumed her circles. He smiled and closed his eyes, once again at ease.

She stifled a laugh, at how simple he was to please, and how lucky they both were to have found each other in a such a messy world. And it was strange...it was very rare that she craved affection, or romance, the whole idea of it made her kind of cringe sometimes- yet she felt so comfortable laying here with him, surrounded by candles and laying in a fort of throw blankets. It was oddly comforting, to know that in this moment she could just be- that there was no real need for a facade of any type of persona right in this moment. She brought her left hand to his hair again, giving him a little head rub while her other hand ran over his stomach and chest under his thin white t-shirt. It hitting her all at once, that if anything could be considered perfection, it would be this moment, with Alexander, right here.

“You could be anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me. Ain’t that about a bitch.” she joked awkwardly with shake of her head, not letting up her movements.

His eyes opened at that- but they were still half closed. Darkened blue orbs half covered by sleepy kids stared up and into her soul for a second and she had to look away.

“Please, kid, where else would I be?” he challenged, with a lazy little yawn.

She shrugged, unable to find the right words, and he chuckled at her silence, and her eyes fell back on him. She paused this time, letting her hand rest on his chest, grazing her hand his right nipple softly.. He smiled a little at the tickling feeling of that. “If I didn’t meet you..what, I’d be...drunk somewhere with Dada? Talking about some new dumb thing he saw online, listening to his stoned ass. Or maybe wandering around a hotel alone? Trying to find somewhere other than my empty room read a script.” He finished his little rant with a chuckle. “Really no where else I’d rather be.” he added softly, with a small shrug.

She was taken aback at his brutal honesty, at how he opened himself up to her- this was a rare occasion indeed. She felt her heart physically softening in her chest for him, and it ached a bit.

“Nah. You’d be out making some new art. Creating. Being dope. You know. It’s what you do. It’s in your genes.” Building up the people she cared about was in her nature, and this earned a blush and a shy smile from him. He paused, those blue orbs scanning her face, from her eyes to her nose, to her lips- then back up again to her eyes. “Oh? Tell me more.” he teased and laughed, pinching his nipple so hard he jumped. “Only teasing. Only teasing. I appreciate you and your words. I appreciate them more than you know, my love.” He gently braced himself, so he could push himself up and out of her lap, adjusting his body so he could face her.

She swung her legs over his, scooting closer into him and his warm core, and he wrapped his hands around the small of her waist, nuzzling his nose on hers with a gentle eskimo kiss. “Don’t think anyone’s ever said anything that nice to me, and for no reason.” he said, leaving a kiss on the tip of her nose.

She closed her eyes, breathing in his familiar scent. The night was winding down, minutes until twelve now. The city was still buzzing- but it was significantly quieter right now. Their soft jazz and candles were still going strong.

She shrugged and he paused, waiting for her to finish her thought, and she took a moment to gather her words. Emotions and hormones were running through her at an all time high, and it was wonderfully painful, beautiful and messy at the same damn time. She knew what she had to get off of her chest, it had been a long time coming.

She took a shaky breath, raising her head so they were both eye level, holding the sides of his face and getting a good grip with her hands before starting. He noticed the moisture from her hands seeping through, a sign of her getting nervous- that he always found extra cute.

“I love you...Alex. I’ve known...for a while. But I’ve been. I’ve been waiting for the right moment.” she said meekly, her throat constricting slightly. Alexander had been the one who said I love you first, and she was anxiously waiting for the perfect moment to reciprocate the energy. This, was it. There was no other time.

Eyes softened, he smiled, his heart quickening a few beats, before tilting his head into hers, closing the small distance in between their faces with a rough, eager kiss. She dropped his hands hurriedly from his face, wrapping them around his neck and bringing herself closer to him. He pulled her in, and she crawled into his lap, straddling him. A hand in the back of her hair he gently tugged, pulling her face back. “Fuck. I love you, kid.” Was all he could manage to get out, before she was gripping at the bottom of his tee, and putting her lips back on his, desperate for more of him, for all of him- in this moment. Little did he know, she hadn’t even revealed her secret weapons- the lingerie and his chilled Tiramisu that she was sure he would get all excited about once he realized he had an post-sex snack waiting for him.

[kelyon]

Golden Rings 5: A Dream

The Storybrooke Sequel to Golden Cuffs

Mrs. Gold meets her new husband.

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Roses are blooming around the castle and she is getting married. Her mother always wanted her to marry in spring when the roses bloom. Now, on this beautiful sunny day, the gray stone walls of the courtyard are covered in a riot of pink roses.  

She walks from the castle to the outer gates where her bridegroom is waiting for her. On one side of her is a smiling blonde woman in a pink and yellow dress. On the other, a dancing blonde girl in yellow and pink. Traditionally, friends and family accompany the bride and groom on their journey to each other. With music and laughter, they take separate routes through the village to meet at the wedding place. 

Her family isn’t there. They do not dance this day. But she has her true friends beside her.

Her bridegroom is a monster and she loves him. He waits for her, attended by a man in a top hat. Her heart swells when they come together, and she sees her own happiness reflected on his face.  

He is dressed in a suit of pure white, which doesn’t suit his green-gray skin or his rotted teeth. Her gown is of midnight blue, so dark it might as well be black. As soon as they join hands, a swirl of magic surrounds them, head to toe. When it fades, they are wearing the same color--a soft, pale blue, the color of a summer sky. 

They have taken on each other’s darkness. They have taken on each other’s light. They are the same now. They are beautiful.

The man in the top hat hands her bridegroom a dagger. He takes it and kneels before her. He offers the blade--the only weapon that can hurt him--into her hands.

She takes it and he stands. They face each other again, surrounded by roses and the people they love. She offers him the dagger and her open hand. He takes them both. 

He cuts a thin line across her palm. There is no pain, but a red slash of blood bubbles up from her pale skin. Then, he presents her with the dagger and his own hand. She takes them both. 

She cuts her beloved, as he has cut her. His blood is darker and thicker than hers. She keeps the dagger. He has surrendered it. All its power is hers forever. 

They put their cuts together, joining at the place where they are open and bleeding. They both have the power to hurt each other. They both willingly put themselves in the other’s hands. They can both use the other to heal their wounds. They are both stronger because they have made themselves weak. 

Her groom waves his uninjured hand over where they are joined. There is a golden glow, and together they say the sacred words:

Blood of my blood.

Flesh of my flesh.

Life of my life.

When they take their hands apart, their cuts have healed to nothing but scars. Scars that will never fade, and will never be permanently forgotten. No matter what happens in the future, they have marked each other forever.

The smiling woman produces a pair of golden rings and hands them to her. She gives one to her groom. He gently slides it over her fourth finger, on the hand with the new scar. She does the same to him. The rings are the same, a matched set, equal and inseparable. 

They are married. 

They seal their union with a kiss.

When she breaks apart from her husband, his eyes are warm and full of tears. It has been such a long road to get to this happiness. And they will have a long road ahead. Misery and darkness await them. Curses and terrors and separation.

But they have this moment. They have this happiness. They have roses, for as long as they will bloom.

The little girl holds a handful of pink rose petals. At her parents’ prompting, she shouts “Hooray!” and throws the petals up into the air.

With a quirk of his fingers, her husband sends a burst of magic into the flowers. They shoot up into the sky, over the castle gates, to the height of the tallest tower. Then the petals explode in bursts of golden light and rain down on all of them. 

The little girl claps and the man and woman laugh and she kisses her husband again in the midst of the storm.

A storm of roses.

And light.

And love. 

****

Mrs. Gold kept her eyes closed after she woke up. She wanted to stay in that dream for as long as she could. The quilt was wrapped around her shoulders, warm and heavy as a lover’s embrace. If she kept her eyes closed, she could still feel the sunshine of this dream wedding day. She could smell the roses and hear her friends cheering. If she kept her eyes closed, she could still see her husband.

Her husband…

Her eyes shot open, but she didn’t move. Mr. Gold wasn’t in the bed; she didn’t feel the weight of him on the mattress. The water wasn’t running in the bathroom. She didn’t hear his footsteps by his closet as he got dressed. Was he sitting in his chair in the parlor? Was he watching her, waiting to see when she woke up? 

Was he still angry from last night? 

Mrs. Gold scowled at that thought. It was so stupid of her to give that snotty waitress enough time to get all her rent money together. She should have known not to go to the diner until Ruby Lucas had already clocked out. 

Next time this happened--because there would be a next time, Mr. Gold would make sure of that--she would have to find Ruby at the Rabbit Hole, long after her shift was over. Hell, she should use Mr. Gold’s money to buy the party girl a few drinks. It might not take much to get her drunk enough to willingly come home with them on Saturday night and they could get some rent money on Sunday.

But no. That wasn’t what Mr. Gold wanted. 

He wasn’t interested in seducing little Ruby. If he wanted to sweet-talk a woman into bed, he wouldn’t have any trouble. The man had a silver tongue, as Mrs. Gold knew very well. No, Mr. Gold wanted Ruby Lucas to have to fuck them. He wanted to make the girl offer herself, to both of them. And he really wanted to make her do it in front of the puritanical Granny Lucas. Mr. Gold didn’t laugh often, but he had been very pleased with himself when he had told her about that plan.

And her stupid, cheap, trashy ass had fucked it up for him!

She sat up in bed and looked around Mr. Gold’s room. Of course he wasn’t around. After that shitshow, she didn’t deserve his attention. 

It was cold when she took the blankets off. That was something they never told you about living in a Victorian mansion--how drafty the place could get. Mr. Gold always wore his suits, so he never noticed the chill. She noticed, but she never complained about it. If she ever did, Mr. Gold would probably just tell her that there were lots of newer, smaller houses in Storybrooke that didn’t have that problem. He was never hesitant about letting her know she could leave. 

Shivering, Mrs. Gold slid her feet into the plush slippers that she kept under the bed. That was one thing about being Mr. Gold’s wife--there was always some luxury to make up for any minor inconveniences. 

Christ, she was still wearing the red panties she’d put on last night! This pair had a hole in the lace the size of a silver dollar. Mr. Gold should have jumped at the chance to make that hole bigger. She’d been saving these panties for an occasion like this, when she would need to make him happy. Even if he didn’t wake her up by fucking her, he should have ripped the panties off her sleeping body last night. This morning she should have been naked and open for him to use as he saw fit. 

God, he really was mad at her.

She started to make Mr. Gold’s bed. Keeping his bedroom in order was something he trusted her with and she didn’t take it lightly. Most of the time, the day after rent day involved quite a bit of cleanup. There were special cleaners for silicone and leather. Today she didn’t even strip the sheets. It wasn’t like they’d been used.

With a sinking feeling of dread, Mrs. Gold got ready for her day. It didn’t surprise her to see that Mr. Gold hadn’t laid out any clothes he wanted her to wear. No, she didn’t deserve that. She would have to go to the armoire in the bedroom parlor and try to put together an outfit that would meet his approval. 

And Mr. Gold could be a difficult man to please. 

She did her best. Her fall wardrobe had a lot of burgundy in it. That was a good apology color--serious but warm, sensual without being too flashy. She couldn’t look like she was trying to get his attention. There was nothing Mr. Gold hated more than unwanted desperation. 

She settled on a smart little burgundy A-line dress with cap sleeves, nevermind the cold. She had to show him that nothing got between him and her body. The cream-colored pashmina scarf was the same shade as her skin. She arranged the scarf so it looked like the dress was lower cut than it was. He’d like that. Hair out of the way, up in a loose bun. The only thing Mr. Gold hated more than her messy hair was how ugly she looked when she had it cut short. So she kept it long and wore it up or back.

What else? Tasteful makeup. Nude heels, gold hoop earrings. The leather oxblood clutch around her wrist with a gold tube of lipstick dangling off the strap. No extra rings besides her wedding band. It was a conservative look, but that was the best choice right now.

But she couldn’t resist sliding on a pair of metallic gold panties under her skirt. It was a long shot, but there was still the possibility that Mr. Gold would accept her apology and want to make up for their uneventful rent day. If he did, she wanted to show her appreciation.

Of course, it was just as likely that Mr. Gold would sneer at her feeble attempts to get back into his good graces. Maybe he would punish her for being presumptuous. 

That could be a good start to the day. 

As ready as she was going to get, Mrs. Gold opened the door and went down to the kitchen.      

****

Breakfast was her responsibility. Even she couldn’t fuck up black coffee and dry toast. Normally if Mr. Gold didn’t have other plans for her, he would be waiting in the dining room with a copy of the Storybrooke Daily Mirror. She would get his breakfast ready and serve it to him in silence. She knew better than to try to talk to him until he had set the paper aside.

But today Mr. Gold wasn’t in the dining room. One of the glass doors leading from the kitchen to the back patio was ajar. He stood outside in a beam of morning sun. The light caught the glints of silver in his long hair. He was looking around the landscaped garden like he had never seen it before.

Mrs. Gold stood in the doorway, her hands behind her back. Flowers and plants had absolutely no appeal to her, but watching her husband was always fascinating. 

He was barely dressed, wearing nothing but a shirt and tie, pants, a belt, and shoes and socks. The top button of his shirt was undone and his tie was loose. Though she couldn’t see his face, Mrs. Gold could tell he was in a good mood. His posture was relaxed. He didn’t lean on his cane as he reached out to touch the mums and black-eyed susans the gardener had planted weeks ago.

 So his foot wasn’t bothering him today. That was good. Pain always made him irritable and impatient. Mr. Gold regarded weakness with contempt. His crushed ankle--he said it was a souvenir from a gang war in Glasgow--was his only vulnerability. He hated to be reminded of it. Mrs. Gold took great pains to assure him of his strength and virility in every other aspect. 

When he saw her standing in the doorway, his eyes lit up. Sunlight filled them and she caught the depths of them for just a moment. Normally Mr. Gold’s eyes were dark and solid as a closed door. But sometimes there was light in them. His eyes could shine like chocolate diamonds, faceted and sparkling with a million shades of brown and gold. If he looked at her in the right way, his eyes could become her whole world. 

For a split second, her husband smiled. He looked like he was about to say something. But then a cloud passed over the sun. His jaw tightened and his eyes grew cold. The transformation was so sudden it was like he had pulled on a Halloween mask.

Unconsciously, Mrs. Gold stepped back, away from the sunshine of the garden. She withdrew into the cool, shadowy kitchen and started to make Mr. Gold his coffee. He liked fresh ground beans, dark roast, hot and black.

“Good morning,” he said as he came into the kitchen and shut the door behind him.

Some of the tension eased away from Mrs. Gold’s mind. At least he was talking to her.

“Good morning, Mr. Gold!” She spun around with a smile and a twirl of her skirt. He always liked her to smile, even if only so he could tell her to stop smiling. 

Instead of making his way into the dining room, Mr. Gold took a seat at the small prep table in the kitchen. He stretched out his leg and settled into one of the simple wooden chairs. He didn’t say anything, but it didn't feel like he was giving her the silent treatment.

“I’ll have your breakfast ready in just a minute, Mr. Gold.”

“Thank you.”

Halfway between the bread box and the toaster, Mrs. Gold stopped in her tracks. Thank you? Mr. Gold never thanked her. He was only ever polite to people when he was making deals with them, when he had devastating news that he wanted to deliver in the most ironically nice way possible.

For a second, Mrs. Gold’s breath caught in her throat. Oh, Jesus, how mad was he? What was he going to do to her?

But then, as she turned the toaster on to the darkest setting, it occurred to her to listen to how Mr. Gold was speaking to her. He didn’t sound polite. He sounded grateful. He was genuinely thanking her for breakfast--a service she had done for him every day for as long as she could remember.

Weird.  

“Shall I serve you here or in the dining room, Mr. Gold?”

A muscle twitched in his face, but his voice kept the warmth it had had before. “I’ll eat here, if it’s all the same to you, dear. Will you sit with me?”

Mrs. Gold looked over from the shelf where she had been pulling down one of the dishwasher-safe mugs Mr. Gold used for his morning coffee. All of the dishes she handled regularly were cheap and replaceable. Just like her. 

“O-of course, Mr. Gold. I’ll do anything you like.”

It was confusing to serve him in the kitchen instead of the dining room. It was such a 1950’s atmosphere, like an old TV show. Donna Reed pouring coffee for her man straight from the pot as an act of love. Normally, Mr. Gold had more of an 1850’s style--breakfast brought in to the master of the house on a silver tray by a paid servant. That was the role he wanted her to play. 

What role was she playing now? He wanted her to sit across from him at the tiny table on a rickety wooden chair that matched the one he was in. But he was better than that. He deserved better than that. Why was he lowering himself to be on the same level as her?

But this was what he wanted, so she would make it good for him. She bent at the waist with her ass in the air to put his plate and mug on the table. He hadn’t told her what to do once she sat down, so she perched on the edge of the seat and pressed her palms flat against the tabletop. 

She waited for what would come next.

It didn’t take long to realize that she had fucked up his food. He looked down at the black toast and even blacker coffee with bewildered disgust. How had she ruined it this time? It looked the same as every other morning. That was how he told her he liked his breakfast--as black and bitter as his soul.

But instead of yelling at her, Mr. Gold just looked up from his plate with polite curiosity. “Will you fetch the butter?”

Mrs. Gold blinked. Butter? Since when did Mr. Gold like butter on his toast?

She didn’t let her confusion slow her down. There was a solid roll of imported Irish butter in the fridge. Mr. Gold used it for cooking sometimes. 

“I’m sorry, it… might take a while to get warm enough to spread.”

Mr. Gold just sat back in his chair. “Ah,” he said. “Well, no matter then.” He left the toast untouched and took a sip of his coffee.

This time, there was no hiding the revulsion on his face. He winced, like instead of coffee she had poured him a cup of battery acid. Mrs. Gold watched in mute horror as her husband turned his face to the wall and forced himself to swallow the ghastly brew. 

On the verge of tears, Mrs. Gold stood in the center of the kitchen and dug her fingernails into her palms. Fuck. There was no coming back from something this bad. Mr. Gold would have to punish her, in a bad way. She just hoped that he wouldn’t pour the rest of his mug over her head. The coffee was hot, and the stains wouldn’t come out of her scarf.  

She closed her eyes and braced herself for the attack. But it didn’t come.

Instead, Mr. Gold’s voice was calm and patient. “Maybe it will be better with cream and sugar.”

With a grateful nod, Mrs. Gold took the mug over to the counter where the antique ceramic canisters were lined up in an orderly row. Sugar was kept between flour and oats. 

“One spoonful or two?” 

“Start with three and I’ll see if it needs more.”

Mrs. Gold winced as she carefully stirred spoon after spoon of sugar into the coffee. She couldn’t look at her husband. “You don’t--” she started, but couldn’t say it. “I mean, please don’t feel like you need to drink this if it isn’t good enough for you. I don’t know how I managed to get it wrong, but I promise you, I’ll--”

“Stop.” Mr. Gold raised a gentle hand. “It’s not your fault, Mrs. Gold. The coffee is exactly what I’ve trained you to give me. So is the toast. You didn’t do anything wrong. But it seems…” his lips quirked into what might have been a smile. “It seems my tastes have changed since yesterday.”

Her knees went weak. “So you really aren’t mad at me?”

Her husband looked at her for an endless moment. His face was blank, that intentional blankness he put on when he was thinking something, but didn’t want her to know what. Then he looked away. 

“I told you last night that I wasn’t angry with you. I would appreciate it if you believe me when I tell you things, Mrs. Gold.”        

“I do!” She fell to her knees on the cold kitchen tile. “Please, Mr. Gold. Of course, I believe you! I just--I know what a stupid, trashy slut I am. You have every right to be mad at me, for everything.”

He gripped his cane.  “Everything?” he said the word bitterly. Getting up from the table, he took his plate and walked around her to throw his uneaten toast in the garbage. His coffee mug was still on the counter. “Is there cream in the icebox?”

Fighting tears, Mrs. Gold shook her head. “I think there might be a little bit of skim milk. I was going to go to the supermarket today.”

“A fine idea. We can make a list.” 

He was beside her now. The heat of his body radiated into her bare arms and legs. Looking down, she saw that he was standing with his cane in front of him. It was a defensive posture, not an attacking one.

“Do we have a butter dish in the house?”

He held out his hand to help her up. He had a scar on his palm. Had she ever asked how he had gotten that?

Too grateful to speak, she took his hand and got up off her knees. She wiped her fingers under her eyes to get rid of the tears without messing up her makeup. If her face was going to look ruined, she would rather it be for a good reason.

“I-I don’t think I’ve ever seen a butter dish around here, Mr. Gold.”

He nodded. “I’m sure there will be something suitable at the shop. What about a tea kettle? I think instead of coffee, I’d like to try tea in the mornings for a while.”

“There’s a bone china tea set on display in the dining room, Mr. Gold.”

“But a kettle?” His voice was soft. He was being so good to her, even though she was so stupid. “We need something to go on the stove to boil water in.”

She shook her head. Mr. Gold’s house was enormous and packed full of stuff. She would never know everything in it. But she had never come across a tea kettle, not even in any of the crates and boxes in the basement.  

“Very well,” he said. There was a pad of paper and a ball-point pen beside the rotary phone on the kitchen wall. He handed them to her. “Write this down, please.”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.” 

She leaned against the island in the center of the kitchen and wrote out Tea Kettle, Butter Dish. As she wrote, her heart rate began to slow down. It felt good to have Mr. Gold give her orders again--especially orders she knew she could obey. 

Opening doors to the cupboards and the fridge, her husband dictated a shopping list: Cream, yeast, breakfast tea, tomatoes. Without being told, Mrs. Gold knew to get the fanciest,  most expensive brands available. He gave her money every week and she was damn well going to spend it.

“Would you like ice cream?”

A delighted shiver went up her spine at the question. The only use Mr. Gold had for ice cream was to dribble a scoop of vanilla over her naked body--the cold, wet, stickiness only occasionally replaced by his hot, hungry mouth. He hadn’t sent her to Any Given Sundae since summer. Maybe he really wasn’t mad at her.

“That would be wonderful, Mr. Gold.” She tried to let her voice alone do the job of expressing her gratitude and her arousal.

“Good. I’d like to see what this ‘rocky road’ flavor is really like.”

Mrs. Gold blinked. He wanted her to buy ice cream so he could eat it? Mr. Gold hated sweets. 

“And you should pick out a flavor you like.”

Now he wanted her to eat sugar and fat? What the hell? What new game was this? Was he going to make her buy something she wanted just so he could throw it out in front of her? What was his plan?

She shook her head. It wasn’t her place to question Mr. Gold. He knew what he was doing. And he was being so nice right now, even if he was being weird. Maybe he felt bad about her freaking out--it would be a first, but it wasn’t totally insane. She would just have to wait and find out. 

“I need salad too,” she said as she wrote. “And cranberry juice.”

That thought lifted her spirits. The grocery store clerks always looked so funny when they saw her buying two or three jugs of unsweetened cranberry juice. Overstocking on a home remedy for a urinary tract infection was a great way to advertise just how often she was getting completely railed by Mr. Gold. 

She could buy more condoms at the grocery store, just to drive home the point. And three of the longest, fattest cucumbers in the produce section. They would go into salads, but no one at the grocery store would think that. This would be a pretty good day after all.   

As she got into the Cadillac and Mr. Gold drove to his pawn shop, her thoughts drifted back to the dream she’d had. 

That wedding was nothing like hers had been. She’d married Mr. Gold in the middle of February, and not in a freaking castle. It had been a civil ceremony at City Hall. Their only witnesses had been Mr. Gold’s gardener and Dr. Archie Hopper, who they’d pulled away from renewing his dog licence.

But everyone in Storybrooke had come out to Dodici’s Dance Hall for the reception. When Mr. Gold invited you somewhere, you went, and you brought a gift you couldn’t afford.

On her wedding day, the only reason anyone but her had smiled was because of the open bar. They didn’t really have friends. Mr. Gold hadn’t had a best man, no one would be her bridesmaid. There was no man in a top hat, no fat woman in a pink dress. There were certainly no little kids throwing flowers. Mr. Gold hated kids, and she hated flowers. 

   There had been no roses when she’d married Mr. Gold. On that day she had done her best to push away every thought she’d ever had about her mother. That was the day she had vowed to be Mrs. Gold. She would never be anyone else again. 

[razziecat]

ffviihalloween OCT 28 🥀 Gothic tales of the macabre and morbid, telltale hearts and family curses

Hello, friends, and welcome to Story Corner! Please enjoy this story in three parts.

Wedding Hell Blues

The SOLDIER squad formed up at the doors to the chapel, each man in full uniform, a sword on his hip or at his back. Spectators clustered behind them, and everyone’s eyes were on the closed doors. Hojo found himself in the front row of the crowd, next to a slim, familiar man in a dark suit and a neatly-trimmed, dark bronze beard. Well, this was awkward. He’d known it was inevitable. They were related now, after a fashion. “Director,” he said, voice carefully neutral. “Lovely day for a wedding.” 

“Hojo,” came the equally-dry reply. Veld nodded to the woman at Hojo’s side. “Lucrecia.” “Wasn’t it a beautiful ceremony?” Lucrecia dabbed at her eyes with a lace-trimmed hankie. “Veld, you look very handsome today.” She glanced at her husband, shaking her head. “Not everyone balks at wearing a suit.” Hojo scowled and glanced at his watch. “So, Veld, how did you get your daughter to agree to let you give her away?” “I didn’t,” said Veld. “We argued it to a draw, and when the shouting was over she agreed to be ‘escorted’ down the aisle, provided the whole of AVALANCHE took part in the procession.”

Well, that explained the twenty-odd members of the entourage, and a more ill-matched group of attendants Hojo had never seen. He’d kept his mouth shut, though. The groom’s family was handily outnumbered, and besides that, every member of the wedding party was openly carrying. There came a rustle of movement at the chapel doors, and the SOLDIER CO barked, “Detail! PRE-SENT! ARMS!” As one, every man lifted his blade high into the air, forming a gleaming arch of steel. The doors opened, and the newly-married couple stepped out into the sunshine, resplendent in silver and black. Pride lifted Hojo’s head and shoulders, pulling him out of his habitual slouch. Even without armor, Sephiroth was magnificent. Garbed in a black suit subtly designed to mimic the cut of his uniform, his hair a silver waterfall down his back, he glittered like the morning star. Even his eyes shone, blue as a highland lake. No trace of any other color showed through; the lenses, painstakingly ground and polished by hand, were undetectable. Hojo sighed in satisfaction. A brilliant smile graced Sephiroth’s face, almost too bright to look upon. Lucrecia squeezed Hojo’s arm. “Oh, he looks so happy!” Hojo grunted assent. Beside her new husband, Elfe was a drab little mouse, but it wouldn’t do to say so in her father’s hearing. At least she’d opted for a dress, although it was a soft silver-gray, knee-length with a split skirt, rather than some fluffy white confection. Leave it to the rebel to flout tradition wherever possible! As the couple moved down the path beneath the arch of swords, Elfe strode forward as though marching into battle. Sephiroth would have to work to keep up with her, rather than she with him. Modern values. What had happened to the old days? By chance, his eyes met Veld’s, and a spark of rueful concurrence passed between them. Veld shrugged, and the moment was gone.“Don’t be so gloomy!” Lucrecia tugged at Hojo. “Come on, the reception is starting!” “Drinks,” Veld murmured, turning away. Well, things were looking up! Hojo allowed his wife to tow him toward the refreshments. A few hours later, he wandered down the stone steps of the mansion, following them deep into the basement rooms that no one ever visited. With the key he kept always in his pocket, he let himself into the room farthest from the door. He flicked on the old battery-powered lantern, pulled up a chair, and sat, propping his feet up on top of the dusty coffin. He might be imagining the low growl like a roll of distant thunder, or the cold rattling of the heavy chains that bound the casket. He raised his glass in a mocking toast. “Hell of a party going on upstairs, Valentine.” He sipped champagne. “Too bad you’re indisposed.”

Beware of Turks Bearing Gifts

Sephiroth and Elfe’s daughter received her name on the wings of a storm.

Family and friends gathered in her honor at her grandmother’s house. Veld arrived at the party as forked lightning split the sky, thunder rattling the windows. Lucrecia’s arms tightened around the baby. “Oh, I hope that’s not an omen!” “It’s a promise,” Elfe said. “She’s going to kick ass and take names.” She smoothed the baby’s pale gossamer hair. “Aren’t you, Ingrid?” “Pretty name.” Veld placed his gift on the table piled high with name-day offerings. Oh gods, he was a grandfather now, and wouldn’t that take some getting used to? Elfe accepted a brief embrace, and that was progress; time was when she’d as soon slug him as hug him. “It means hero’s daughter.” She glanced over her shoulder at her husband, surrounded by AVALANCHE, and deep in a discussion of last night’s kendo competition. “Good choice, then.” Veld smiled a greeting at Lucrecia. A quick scan of the room picked out familiar faces, but one was missing. “Where’s Hojo?”

“Working, of course!” Lucrecia rolled her eyes. “He promised to be back in time for the baby’s name-day, but it looks like the storm front’s keeping him in Nibelheim.” “He’ll be sorry he missed it, I’m sure.” Veld let Lucrecia place the baby in his arms, awkward at first, relaxing as he remembered the art of holding an infant. Dark eyes in a heart-shaped face regarded him with wary curiosity. “You’ve got an unusual pedigree, child.” Soldiers and scientists, rebels and Turks. What a mélange! Gods grant that he never failed her the way he’d failed her mother.

Later, Veld took a glass of chilled white wine, while Elfe extracted Sephiroth from his clique and sat him by her side for the presentation of the gifts. Twenty-some years ago, it had been Veld, his wife, and baby Elfe--Felicia, then. If only her mother had lived to take part now! Veld shut that thought away, along with other regrets. The dead were dead; they didn’t return. Ingrid lay in her cradle, happily gumming a stuffed Moogle toy, while ribbons and wrapping paper were scattered, and presents admired. The first one proved to be a hand-made chocobo-down quilt in bright primary shades. Elfe spread it across her lap. “Cloud, this is marvelous! I didn’t know you could do needle-work.” “Winters are long in Nibelheim,” Cloud said, grinning. “You have to do something creative to combat cabin fever.” Tifa’s gift was a companion to Cloud’s: An herbal pillow, small enough to be safely kept in a baby’s crib. Elfe held it to her nose. “It smells lovely! What’s in it?” “Chamomile and hops,” Tifa said. “To help her sleep.”

Yuffie’s gift turned out to be materia, surprising no one: A Mastered Heal, because, as Yuffie said, “Hey, you never know what kids might get into!” Next, a slim gold chain bearing three gold beads, from Barret and Marlene. “Three for luck, to start her off,” said Barret. “One new one each year, until she’s twenty-one.” Last was Veld’s gift. Elfe smiled. “Oh, books! Fairy tales.” Her eyes misted as she paged through the three small volumes. Good memories? That smile was all the thanks Veld needed. Once upon a time… He rose to refresh his drink, just as thunder crashed and rolled overhead. Rain hit hard, dimming the late afternoon light. The scent of ozone and wet earth prickled his nose. “Looks like Ingrid’s paternal grandfather isn’t going to make it,” Veld remarked. “He sends his regrets.” Veld reacted to the smoky voice and tall, shadowed figure before recognition hit him. He blocked the path to the cradle, stopping the intruder clad in black leather and ragged crimson, and only then did his brain catch up. Veld’s prosthetic hand shook, fingers spread flat against the man’s chest. “Gods of Gaia. Is it…Valentine?”

The apparition inclined his head. Wild black hair, ice-white skin, blood-red eyes in an impossibly young face, elegant bones honed sharp by something dark and predatory. “Veld.” Sephiroth had risen, a welcome presence at Veld’s back. AVALANCHE moved, taking up defensive positions to left and right. Veld trusted that someone had by now slipped Ingrid out of her cradle and into safety. “Who is this?” said Sephiroth. “My old partner. Thirty years gone.” Veld took in every line of Valentine’s body, wraith-thin and garbed in clothing both antique and viscerally disturbing. Gold covered his left arm from elbow to fingertips, ending in draconic talons. “Where the hell have you been?” The fine lips twisted. “Hell, indeed.”

“Where is my husband?” Lucrecia’s voice, raw iron with a razor edge. “Why are you here?” Valentine’s fiery glance barely acknowledged her. “He’s…indisposed. I’ve brought a gift for my…for the baby.” He moved, so swift that Veld’s eyes couldn’t follow, stepping around Veld, one long arm outstretched. A small white object lay on his gloved palm. He offered it to Elfe, who stood beside Sephiroth. She didn’t hesitate. “It’s a rattle.” She held it up for all to see, shaking it gently. The soft clink and clatter sounded to Veld like the chuckling of crows. He took the rattle, examining it. Hand-carved, smoothed and polished, the whole of it hard and cool to the touch. But not true white. More like old ivory, or…bone-colored. Chilled, he looked up, meeting Valentine’s eyes. “What is this?” “It’s an oath fulfilled.” Valentine’s mouth curled into a shape that wasn‘t a smile. “It means ‘never again.’” “Vincent--” “Later.” One lean finger touched Veld’s lips. “Perhaps.” He turned away, his midnight hair hanging thick and tangled, except for one long, plaited tail pinned to the red band encircling his head. Wind at the door tossed the black braid, stormlight catching in silver threads.

Sephiroth shut and locked the door. The silence and shock that gripped the room broke, but Veld shook off the questions. “Lucrecia.” He took her arm. “Come with me. We need to talk.”

Head, Hands, Heart

Veld approached Shinra Manor from the south, avoiding the main road up the mountain. A stand of black oak trees marked the estate boundary, conveniently screening him from sight. He slipped through the formal gardens at the rear of the house, and on to the old library in the east wing.

Vincent would be watching the front door. Veld preferred to scope things out before that inevitable confrontation.

Third window from the left: Faulty latch. He eased it open, drew aside the heavy dark drapes. Stared at the back of a bookcase, blocking his way in.

He could push it to one side, but if it fell, the noise would alert Vincent and anyone else on the premises. Assuming any of the staff remained. He wouldn‘t bet on it. So, on to the kitchen garden.

Once magnificent with fruit trees and herbs, the garden had diminished to one small cold frame beside a mound of recently-turned earth. The pantry door, almost invisible in the lee of the wall, yielded to Veld’s lock-pick. He risked a small light. A broken chair and a pile of scrap wood made a minor obstacle. He pushed past them, paused to get his bearings.

Silence and shadows. An antique iron stove brooded in one corner, cold. The massive oak table centering the room held only a single, broad-bladed knife, stained dark.

“Dirty tools left lying?” Veld murmured. “I taught you better than that, Valentine.”

Vincent was neither stupid nor careless. The knife pointed toward the door across the room, opened on a narrow stairway. It led, Veld recalled, to the basement.

Too obvious. He explored the ground floor first, floorboards creaking softly as he walked. A sigh at the very edge of hearing stirred the heavy air; the back of his neck prickled. He refused to turn and look.

Dust whitened the old-fashioned furniture in the sitting room and the formal dining room. Little of the house was in use. Only the office showed signs of recent occupation: Leather briefcase on the desk, cloth jacket draped over the back of the chair. An open notebook, its leaves filled with an esoteric shorthand in a bold black scrawl.

He took the bait, deciphering page after page of a private journal dated over thirty years ago. Part of his mind admired the brutal efficiency and sheer creativity of the experiments described, even as cold sweat crawled down his spine.

The subject of the experiments was identified only by an initial, but it was enough. This was more than a piece of the puzzle; it was the key to the mystery. He’d been led to this point from the moment he’d arrived at the house.

He turned back to the hall. In a corner, light glinted. He bent for a closer look.

Eyeglasses, wire frame twisted askew.

Nerves taut, he returned to the kitchen, to find the basement door now shut. A length of heavy steel chain hung from the knob, broken links trailing on the floor. He gathered it up, stuffing it into his pocket, and opened the door. Cold air wafted up the dimly-lit stairs, tasting of iron and copper, and the sharp, oily bite of mako. He went down the stairs, since that was what Vincent wanted.

Shinra Manor boasted several sub-levels. The first one held the labs, specimen cages, and mako tubes. He checked the cages first: Empty. Should he be relieved, or worried? Moving on, he found the mako tubes bubbling quietly, glowing softly in the dark. That left the labs, at the darkest end of the hall.

He flipped the light switch in the first one. Gods of Gaia! He backed out, suppressing the urge to vomit. Now he knew the source of the raw-meat stench. Was there any use in looking further?

In point of fact, there was. He had a promise to keep, no body, and no rogue Turk. Veld Dragoon did not leave a job unfinished. The thought of checking the rest of the labs made his stomach churn. He was too old for this shit.

In the second lab, no gore, still no bodies, nothing but long-idle equipment hung with shaggy cobwebs. He moved on, and that was when he noted the rusty-brown footprints–long, narrow, tapering to pointed tips–leading down the hall to the lab farthest from the stairs.

“Goddamn lunatic games,” he muttered, following.

Once more, he hit a switch, unsurprised at what the light revealed: Vincent Valentine, all black leather and ragged cloak, tangled hair framing ember-red eyes in a face untouched by time. He leaned against a steel worktable, arms crossed, gold talons tapping.

“I don’t play games, Veld.”

“Then what do you call all of this?”

“I call it justice,” Vincent hissed. “Payback.” He moved with unnatural speed, pinning Veld to the wall. “You let me disappear. You and everyone I knew went on with your lives, and forgot about me. Thirty years, Veld!” The grip of his gold-clad fingers tightened around Veld’s throat, just short of pain. Veld could still breathe, still speak.

“We thought you were dead.”

“I was.” Vincent’s fingers tightened a fraction more. “I am.” Abruptly, before Veld’s air ran out, he let go and backed away. “And yet I don’t blame you. It’s not your fault. I don’t even blame Lucrecia…much.” His eyes flamed, and he snarled, canine teeth catching the light. “Hojo. It was all Hojo!”

The lines of his body blurred, going dark, gaining height and bulk. His face flickered, one moment a beast’s muzzle filled with dripping fangs, the next a parody of grinning madness, all teeth and staring eyes. Adrenaline sparked a burst of energy to the materia in Veld’s metal arm, but before he could release it, Vincent melted back into his own human shape.

“I was more merciful than he,” Vincent said. “I let him run. Let him try to escape. I gave him the night, the dark of the moon and her shadows to hide in. The last thing he heard was the howling of wolves.” He smiled, eyes half-hooded. “I am what he made me, and that’s what destroyed him in the end. As a scientist, I’m sure he appreciated the irony.”

“You could,” said Veld, against his better judgment, “be charged with murder.”

“Go ahead. If you think you can hold me. If you think anyone cares.”

“What am I supposed to tell his wife?”

“Oh, I’ve already sent her a message,” said Vincent, at the worktable again. “And not only her. There’s another with a right to know. In fact, it should be–”

Veld’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out, seeing two messages flashing.

Vincent smirked. “Timing is everything.”

Veld listened to both messages, one delivered with cold, military precision, and the other shaking with horror. He listened twice to make sure he understood. When Veld looked up, Vincent had shifted so that he no longer blocked what stood on the table.

“Did you know that mako makes an excellent preservative?” Vincent turned the wide glass jar, watching the contents spin lazily in the green liquid.

Veld swallowed bile. “Why…?”

“I suffered hell’s own torture under these hands. It’s only fair.”

“And…the ‘message’ you sent to his son?”

“Hojo was only his father in the intellectual sense! It’s an average-sized brain, by the way.”

“And Lucrecia?”

“She chose his heart over mine.” Vincent smiled, a deeply disturbing sight. “Now it’s hers in fact as well as metaphor.”

Veld closed his eyes. “Gods damn you, Valentine.”

“Yes,” said Vincent. “I believe they have.”

And so concludes our morbid little tale. Sleep well! ;)

[bigskydreaming]

Our changeling who's head/face are always obscured by colorful clouds. Even *he* doesn't know what he looks like anymore under there after the Change. When Violet tries using her mists on him, he just goes "ya done? Good, MY turn". He lives in a top floor apartment, from which he sends out billowing and shimmering good dreams at night.

Hmmm, trying to figure out how Head in the Clouds Changeling might fit into the natural (well, supernatural) ecosystem of Bordertown now. He’s somewhere between Alistair (gay white guy with a demon style Change who lives in the Seventh Circle and plays a critical role in the way the town’s overall magic works and fits together) and Noelle (bi black girl with a flight-capable Change and who lives in the Aerie and is one of Bordertown’s most famous residents and artists and basically invented her own form of art unique just to her, as only her magic makes it possible).

But yeah,I feel like….based off of your description of Head in the Clouds Changeling here. Not in terms of overlap, but in terms of like….I just feel like there’s some niche he’s just adjacent to, or right smack between those two, and I just haven’t figured out quite what’s ideal there yet.

Because like, okay, so Alistair the Dream Keeper, one of the chief residents of the Seventh Circle, is already a big part of why most Changeling residents of Bordertown never seem to have nightmares. He basically feeds off them. Most of the time, Alistair is a hulking behemoth with a grayish skin tone, curved, obsidian horns that naturally curve together and form a crown-like shape atop his head, and with a fiery red gemstone adorning the front of it and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. 

And his skin actually has a strange, almost quasi-translucent look to it, like its not so much skin as it is the surface of some deep, murky pond whose waters are all gray and overcast and dark..It ripples when he moves, and if you watch him long enough you’ll see dark shapes darting up and down the length of his body, across his arms, the back of his neck, etc…as though you’re catching distant glimpses of whatever creatures live deep down in the depths of those waters.

And essentially, Alistair’s magic works by making him a kind of magnet, almost, a supernatural lodestone that pull nightmares out of the sleeping minds of nearby Changelings and carries them in his direction, via some kind of nightmare spectral tide, that only he can really see or interact with. And by being able to see and interact with this nightmare tide, Alistair can basically….fish these nightmares out of it, and feed on them.  He absorbs them into himself, where they become part of his mass, cause him to grow, not unlike that aspect of Sky the Cloud Shaper’s magic….and then with these nightmares becoming the dark figures glimpsed in the depths of the reservoir of dreams his body basically doubles as.

However, the true nature - for better and worse - of Alistair’s magic is that it turns the nightmares that are washed up on his shore, from half-realized monstrosities of the id and the subconscious…..and without actual intent from him even, just a natural byproduct of his magic….the nightmare tide that carries bad dreams to him, like, fleshes them out, gives them physical substance by the time they get to him.

So when he fishes one of these nightmares out of the sky or atmosphere around him, where its swimming in this kind of magical tide that really only exists for him, at least right up until the second a nightmare gets drawn in close enough to him that its made physical reality….the act of fishing a nightmare out of the sky/nightmare tide is a physical act. He basically plucks it out of thin air and and pulls it into himself, absorbing it into his own body and the strange not-ocean that acts as the surface of his skin even as it contains limitless depths beneath said surface.

BUT….the second his magic turns a nightmare into something physical….it becomes potentially dangerous, as much to him as anything or anyone else around. Like, there are some nightmares he just flat out doesn’t want to feed off of or absorb, because he’s not sure what having a particular one inside him, be part of him, might do to him as a consequence or side effect, but he’s not always eager to find out, and thus avoids feeding off of specific nightmares he himself feels unsettled by, just from the sight of them or being in proximity to them.

Except the danger is, there’s no ‘return to sender’ function he can evoke with his magic, to send it back to whatever dreaming mind his magic pulled it from in the first place. Nor can he just make it immaterial again, remove its physical aspect, by doing anything other than taking it into himself, which he’s too afraid/anxious to do with some of these.

All of which means, his only real option with these nightmares that he doesn’t want to touch or feed on or have any part of them inside him….is to physically destroy them. Which he does by summoning one of the nightmares he has previously chosen to absorb into his own depths….and bringing it back out of him again, returning its own physical state, and then basically.pitting it against this other nightmare he wants gone, but not at the cost of letting it potentially affect or change him. Weaponizing one or more of the nightmares he’s fed upon, to destroy the nightmare he refuses to, because just the nearness of it is leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

And these clash of nightmares can get pretty gnarly, but since in even most worse case scenarios, Alistair still has more nightmares he can pull up out of his own depths to act as reinforcements or supplement his initial choice of warrior, if its not up to the task of destroying the nightmare he’s trying to rid the world of….its usually not a problem. 

Some nightmares out there are dark by any standards, with this all being part of why he doesn’t want them inside him even briefly…the fact that they’re so monstrous, so horrific, that even just getting rid of them requires he burn through most of the nightmares he has available to weaponize against it in the first place, when attempting to do just that.

But ultimately he is almost always able to destroy even the most twisted of nightmares-made-flesh that swim his way on the spectral tides of his own magic’s making….even if doing so costs him his entire stockpile of existing nightmare warriors….and leaves his own ‘reservoir’ dried up and shallow for the most part, with no dark creatures lurking deep in its depths. While at the same time, shrinking him down to a far less imposing or intimidating frame or stature than he usually possesses.

He can always ‘restock’ his supply by feeding on more new nightmares he is willing to eat and absorb….even if he sometimes simultaneously sulks about having to lose some of his most valuable and preferred (and in some instances, rare) nightmare archetypes,  as they fell in battle against the personal demons of some other Changeling’s fucked up subconscious.

Thus, whatever else he may be, such as melodrama prone, Alistair the Dream Keeper plays a unique and valuable role within the magical ecosystem of Bordertown. Thanks to him, the town’s residents enjoy a largely restful and healthy night’s rest one night after another…..rather than being mired in whatever dark dreams they would be haunted by were Alistair’s magic not available to physically draw their nightmares out and vanquish them magically. 

And the ‘reward’ his own magic reaps for him, in return for this valuable service he provides the town….is his ability to call forth whatever nightmare warriors he has stored within him, to use as his champions in whatever other conflicts he might find himself in.

(Of course, there are the really rare occasions where some new arrival’s dreams are so haunting and horrific, none of the nightmare warriors Alistair has available to him are able to put an end to that newest terror….and it takes other Changelings reinforcing him with their own magic to exorcise these particular beasts. But those are rare occasions indeed, when he finds himself totally outmatched on just his own).

And then on the completely opposite side of things, there’s Noelle and her niche in Bordertown. Noelle is a black girl whose primary place of residence is in one of the towers of the Aerie….and this also where she has her studio, and where she developed, honed and continues to master the unique art form that’s born entirely of her own magic….and that makes her one of Bordertown’s most famous artists in residence.

Appearance wise, Noelle is a black girl of medium height, in her late teens or early twenties….and with every part of her constantly lit or aglow with her own vibrant neon luminescence, one forever combining complementary hues of blue, indigo, violet and hot pink. Her hair is the latter: tight braids always brightly shining a dynamic, neon shade of hot pink. Her skin always appears to be bathed in a perpetual, moonlit glow that in turn, gives her an eternally soft and cool blue radiance of her own. 

And from her back spring two wings of pure incandescence, like two flat panes of solid, glowing light, both a deep and lush violet in hue…..wings that rapidly beat the air much like those of a hummingbird do, allowing her to remain practically stationary in flight, should she wish to - and should she find it helpful to remain in such a position while crafting one of her works of art. 

And all the while, other sources of light shining through and cascading over her wings of light, rippling off of the soft arctic glow of her figure and woven into the dynamic, neon intensity of her hair….it all casts a chiaroscuro crazy-quilt of dappled light and shadow about her, everywhere she goes….making her the permanent center-point in a constantly shifting light sculpture that’s illuminating and illusionary all at the same time.

And thanks to her magic, Noelle’s unique form of artistry allows her to paint with her own light and emotions. Literally. By tracing paths of light across any surface using just her own glowing fingers or hands, Noelle sketches designs that she at the same time imbues with specific emotions, or combinations of emotion. With these then being experienced exactly as she intended them to be felt, by anyone later touching a surface she poured her own radiance and emotions into.

By the time she’s done with a piece, Noelle’s art might be physically indistinguishable from its surroundings….but the emotional tapestries or symphonies that spring into a person’s mind, that can be felt singing deep within their very bones, just upon making the slightest touch to a surface that’s keyed to one of her emotional landscapes….in those respects, her art is an experience impossible to mistake for anything other than what it is: 

Unique masterpieces of vibrant, intense feelings that are all laid out and organized into coherent emotional journeys that are then undertaken by anyone whose heartstrings are seized in the grasp of one of her pieces.

There’s a small courtyard in the heart of the Rose’s Garden, that Noelle carefully shaped and molded into an emotional arrangement that even years later still bears the specific resonance she poured into every last nook and cranny of that cozy, intimate space…the name of this courtyard, this piece of hers, is “Refuge,” and any Changeling who goes to sit in it finds themselves swept up in the cascading surges and swellings of relief and comfort, surety and safety, that she crafted that small, light-swept corner of the garden to be an eternal reminder of.

There’s a soothingly bubbling fountain on the uppermost floor of the Aerie, that Noelle named Respite when she was done crafting it into a basin of sustaining restfulness, a fount whose waters from that point on always held within them a soft inner radiance and summoned to mind a hum of peaceful relaxation, for anyone who so much as trailed a hand through their ripples, let alone took a refreshing sip.

A terrace along the north side of one of the uppermost floors of the Aerie bears the name Solace, thanks to her….and thanks to her magic and her art, it bears a feeling of consolation, of shared loss and of an understanding of its magnitude, for anyone who steps out onto that terrace with nothing between their toes and the support of the terrace underneath their feet.

And Noelle’s latest project, undertaken in collaboration with her girlfriend Nadia, a Changeling possessing the look of a dryad and the magic of shaping trees, is a line of furniture called Contentment….a series of magically sculpted chairs that each bear a unique emotional signature, guaranteed to bequeath a blissful sensation of peace and oneness with one’s surroundings, to anyone that sits in one such chair. 

But never lacking for ambition or the desire to further press and hone her craft in new directions, each and every new project she undertakes, Noelle’s new signature line of furniture doesn’t bear just a single, over-arching feeling of Contentment to be shared by anyone who sits in any of the chairs, with no two any different from each other…. rather, each individual chair holds within it an entirely different kind of Contentment, unique and distinct to each one. One chair holds within it the satisfaction of a job well done, a passion project that has born exactly the fruits one hoped to see it yield some day. Another contains a breathless surge of knowing exactly what you hoped to find and feel upon reclining in it, and discovering your anticipated hopes had been met and exceeded upon sitting down. Another sweeps you up into the confident surefooted awareness that you were exactly where you were supposed to be, doing exactly as you were intended to be spending this time doing….nothing mattered beyond just the general state of existing you were more than gratified to make the focus of your entire being for now.

And so on and so on. 

Which brings us back to your head in the clouds Changeling and makes me think….what role or niche might he best serve here…..and now I’m thinking, what about something like a source of inspiration, a burst of epiphany? Someone whose very presence is a catalyst for the Eureka moments of everyone in his vicinity perhaps? Maybe he’s mostly mainstream in appearance other than the clouds or mists that seem to cling to him in just the right ways as to obscure his most revealing features, and with no apparent source for where the clouds or mists originate….and something about his magic acts as a lure, a will-o-wisp almost, perhaps tendrils of his clouds seek out the people I’m about to describe here and leave a trail of thread between them and him, that they can follow as long or far as needed to end up in the same area as him at just the right time for ‘the clouds to clear up’……

And with the people his clouds are drawn to, and that they draw to him in turn…..being those who are particularly lost or dazed, having trouble focusing or seeing a conclusion or detail that’s of pretty vital importance and is just right in front of them and has been for days, if not longer….with the ultimate point of his magic being that it gathers as many people in this state to or around him as possible, and then once the number of people, or the mass confusion felt by all present, like, once it hits the point of critical mass…..that’s when his magic makes for a ‘clearing of the clouds’ that cuts through both the crowd and their individual confusions like a bolt of divine inspiration…..and suddenly, everyone present is having a eureka moment, a mystical epiphany that flings them into action and movement and has them scribbling down things as fast as they can think of ways their recent revelation might apply here or tie into something else here?

Not sure, but something like that, potentially. I do know one thing that’s of relevance here, or at least I think, is the idea I had that for flight-capable and winged Changelings, the height you live at in the Aerie, how high up you are compared to others…..its based on wingspan, stuff like that….basically, how much you need that room to take flight or make the most of your magic. Like…..its not a status symbol, having a residence on one of the very top floors of one of the Aerie skyscrapers isn’t proof of you being anymore important than any other Changelings in the towers or elsewhere in Bordertown…..it simply means…you need the room. 

So at the very upper levels, you do have Changelings like Hideo Furukawa, sometimes called the Strange Angel - the guy who is half Brazilian, half Japanese, all ridiculously gorgeous and almost seven feet tall….and with vast wings that are actually three different overlaying pairs of wings, all of them seemingly formed of stained glass windows rather than feathers, resulting in Hideo showering the ground beneath his wings with an endless river of rainbows where the sun hits and bleeds through his wings, his wings sounding like a symphony of wind chimes every time he beats them against the air, and with him able to cut and rip holes directly into the fabric of space each time he unfurls his wings and slices through the sky with them, and potentially reality too….

Basically, point being, someone like Hideo is individually powerful and a huge social influence within Bordertown, given that he can fly through his rifts to anywhere pretty much instantly….and thus meaning that he’s one of the few Changelings with unfettered access to any of the other Faetowns, 24/7, who never needs to rely on a painting portal or the compliance of any of the paintings’ guardians, in order to travel from town to town…..but then compared to this particular Changeling…..it might seem strange for them to both be top-level dwellers, both living at some of the highest points of the Aerie, when Head in the Clouds Guy doesn’t even seem or feel flight-capable, and might actually be one of the few Changelings living in the Aerie who can’t fly at all…..

BUT at the same time, theoretically a case could still be made for WHY he’s living in that particular Fey ‘neighborhood,’ and why he has a top floor dwelling as well, despite a lack of wingspan period…..because if its as much about your magic needing more room to maneuver well, just as much as its about your wings needing the space…then Head in the Clouds Changeling makes a lot of sense there from that perspective, because imagine the clouds or mist just pouring off him in waves, seeking out everyone aligned with his particular magic or the need for it right now, that hit of clarity….you’d need him as high up as possible to get that cloud cover seeking out the right people to draw back to him, but otherwise causing as little disruption to Bordertown’s day to day movement and populations as possible…..because from up high, tendrils of clouds can go seeking individuals, but if all that cloud cover spreads out from the ground level…..everyone’s going to end up blinded by it and getting turned around in it, even people who weren’t originally or wouldn’t be having trouble with that otherwise either.

The same could be said for if his clouds were about delivering good dreams, but I’m undecided if that’s maybe too much overlap with Alistair even though its the direct opposite of his nightmare tide. But even though Alistair doesn’t influence dreams directly, or lead to good ones or contribute to anyone dreaming at all…his acting as a lodestone to draw out and suck up the bad dreams, actually banishing, destroying or exorcising the worst of the worst, that might still in essence, just…effectively produce a similar result to a mist, fog or cloud cover that spreads good dreams throughout the city.

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Nav Gill is a Senior Editor at Editorialist overlaying trend, features and news. A Fashion Communication graduate, she was beforehand an Editor at HYPEBAE and has a powerful curiosity in luxurious style, rising manufacturers, streetwear and footwear. When she’s not on the street masking European style weeks, you’ll find her scouring the Internet for the most recent sneaker drops. The Sac du Jour sees colorful releases nearly every season, however we love it most in traditional black and gray. We’re nonetheless not over the minibag development, so this 12 months you’ll catch us sporting this sensible bag within the cute nano size. While the bag has no pockets or compartments, the larger iterations of it include an identical pockets. The Sunset YSL bag is another beautiful, structured fold-over bag possibility. It was first launched in 2016, so it has a really modern aesthetic and a sure seriousness about it. 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Top 30+ Christmas Coloring Books for Adults

The snow is falling and the Christmas lights are beginning to go up so, after all, we have to have some Christmas Coloring Books to maintain us calm earlier than throughout and after Black Friday insanity.

Now that Coloring Books for Adults are an establishment, there are a complete lot of Christmas coloring books accessible together with Christmas Coloring Cards this yr. We have searched for essentially the most stunning selections for you. Please let me know within the feedback or on social media if I’ve neglected your favourite. 

My Picks for Christmas Coloring Books for Adults 2019

My best choice this yr is the Queen of Colorings’ Christmas providing….

#1 JOHANNA’S CHRISTMAS by Johanna Basford

Something relatively particular for the festive season! Johanna’s Christmas is accessible NOW!

This e-book options 40 collectible, perforated pull-out prints, ultimate for framing or giving as presents. The excellent Christmas current for coloring followers. The illustrations are printed on one aspect of the ivory paper solely, to help you take away your murals with out sacrificing the picture on the reverse.

Delicate tangles of holly and ivy, bauble-laden Christmas timber and mountains of exquisitely wrapped presents are all ready to be dropped at life on this new assortment of pull-out prints. From flurries of delicate snowflakes to deliciously embellished gingerbread homes and reindeer-led sleighs, Johanna’s Christmas is a celebration of this excellent vacation season that invitations you to select up your pens and pencils to paint, full or embellish every of the festive artworks. Hidden on this e-book are a flock of elusive little robins – can you notice all of them?

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At Book Depository you may also snag the UK model which is a little bit totally different.

#2 Masja’s Christmas

Masja van den Berg is an artist within the Netherlands promoting her books on Etsy. Her pictures are magical and her books are all stunning hand-drawn and printed on single-sided on thick environment-friendly paper. If you buy $35 price of merchandise from her your transport to the US is free. If you enroll for her mailing record you’ll get the obtain of this cowl picture for free to paint. I’ve seen dozens of her pictures coloured on Instagram and have fallen in love. This is a model new e-book for 2019.

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#three Escape to Christmas Past by Good Wives & Warriors

If you haven’t but found the Good Wives & Warriors design workforce you’re in for a deal with. I’m completely in love with the 5 books (plus one on pre-order) that I’ve acquired and coloured in. They are all two-sided coloring books with good paper for numerous mixing, layering and shading for coloured pencil followers and they’re smaller sq. books that help you end up a mission in a day or two of TV watching coloring.  

Escape to Christmas Past is an homage to Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.” Evocative Christmas scenes and characters from Charles Dickens’ well-known story of Ebenezer Scrooge and Marley’s ghost, threaded with imaginative, delicate patterns all clearly outlined in pen and ink, make ultimate compositions to paint. Pivotal extracts from the story are scattered all through for inspiration, and there are areas left inside a number of the compositions for particular person design and embellishment.  I promise you’ll adore this e-book.

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#four Christmas to Color by Mary Tanana isn’t a brand new e-book however it was my favourite of 2015.

It has the proper mixture of conventional and eccentric, all hand-drawn with stunning thick white paper.

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#5 Sherri Baldy My-Besties Winter Snowmen Coloring Book

Sherri Baldy’s My Besties “Winter Snowman” Coloring Book is the primary time she has created vacation illustrations. Her enjoyable big-eyed snow folks besties are nice coloring for all ages, adults, and kids too. You get 50 coloring pages 2 of every picture is printed single~sided so you possibly can body or give away your colourful Bestie creations. This is a less complicated e-book than you’re used to with simply the lovable woman on the web page, so should you like them extra complicated, this isn’t the e-book for you, however such as you see within the image above it does offer you numerous area to play with background results, chalk, and stencils.

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#6 All Is Bright: A Devotional Journey to Color Your Way to Christmas

I  simply acquired this beautiful coloring e-book from the writer Tyndale House and fully fell in love with it. It’s an Advent coloring count-down, prayer journal, bible examine, household exercise e-book all rolled into one. The illustrations by Lizzie Preston are simply stunning depicting totally different scenes concerning the season and accompanying commentaries by Nancy Guthrie lead you from December 1 – December 31. The again pages even include kid-friendly coloring pages alongside the identical theme because the e-book. Now let’s discuss concerning the paper, it’s wonderful! The good thick paper all of us love to paint on, the dimensions is the usual massive sq. 9.7 x 9.6. Check the YouTube channel for my flip by means of too.

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#7 Mein Winterspaziergang

English translation is My Winter Walk, making this coloring e-book not particularly Christmas however it has numerous Christmas in addition to all through the winter climate scenes to paint. Rita Berman’s illustration fashion is sort of iconic and I’ll be you’ll develop into a fan and need all of her seasonal books. This e-book has 80 pages with a web page measurement smaller than the usual Johanna Basford measuring eight″ x eight″. 

This German coloring e-book is new to the US coloring viewers this yr though it’s been accessible on Book Depository.

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#eight Mounts 5 Christmas Coloring Book by  Olya Goloveshkina

The e-book is crammed with 24 one-sided distinctive and fantasy detailed driving animals of artwork by artist Olya Goloveshkina. You can see a coloured model of this gorgeous chook in our Facebook group right here.

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#9 25 Days of Christmas by Jane F. Hankins

A stunning spiral certain coloring e-book with skilled paper depicting the 12 Days of Christmas, scenes from a Children’s Nativity, Sugar Plum Fairy and Santa’s Workshop on artists paper.

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10. Nice Little Town Christmas 2 by Tatiana Bogema

Tatiana’s second e-book is crammed along with her unbelievably lovable mice within the setting of her iconic “Nice Little Town” all dressed up for Christmas.

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#11 Home for the Holidays: A Hand-Crafted Adult Coloring Book for Christmas – Illustrator Galadriel A. L. Thompson

Home for the Holidays: Travel Edition

#12 Christmas Coloring Book (Coloring is Fun by Thaneeya McArdle)

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#13 A Christmas Carol – A Coloring Classic

This e-book is simply GORGEOUS! 80 pages with a sewn binding, thick white paper printed on either side. Click to order A Christmas Carol Amazon US     Amazon UK   Amazon Canada 

#14 A Million Christmas Cats by John Bigwood

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This is a smaller format than many of the books on this record however simply fabulous! Cats in all kinds of vacation and winter scenes, whimsical and enjoyable. It’s printed on either side with medium-thick paper, some with black backgrounds. I notably favored the cat’s ice-fishing web page.

#15 The Night Before Christmas Coloring Book

The solely gray-scale coloring e-book I’ve discovered with Christmas pictures and this one is simply GORGEOUS! Highly detailed web page by web page retelling of the well-known poem of the vacation season. If you will have by no means coloured in a gray-scale e-book they are surely fairly magical and you could find some recommendations and tutorials right here.  This is a Dover e-book so the paper received’t be spectacular however you possibly can at all times copy the pictures to cardstock for presents or to border.

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#16 Santa’s Cats

By the illustrator of the favored “Cats & Quilts” coloring e-book, “Santa’s Cats” is a Christmas coloring e-book that comprises twenty-four timeless, distinctive illustrations of cats and kittens stepping into bother, serving to Santa and his elves as they put together for the large day, and cuddling up with Jolly Old St Nick after an exhausting day within the workshop on the North Pole.

Each image is printed on one aspect of 60 lb pure white paper to reduce scoring and bleed-through and seems in two sizes: massive and half-size (four″x6″), each appropriate for framing when accomplished.

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17. Color by Number Christmas Coloring by George Toufexis

George’s e-book is crammed with conventional Christmas vacation scenes and is secular in nature with issues like Santa, Christmas Trees, Stockings by the Fire and Winter Nature scenes. Images are printed on one aspect of the web page and are perforated. These 46 pictures are designed for skilled colorists.

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18. Christmas Magic Coloring Book by Deborah Muller

Deborah’s e-book has Fairies, Mermaids, Unicorns, Snowmen and Magic all wrapped up in vacation enjoyable.

Click to Order Amazon US, UK or Canada Deborah additionally has one other Christmas e-book known as Fairy Merry Christmas that you simply may need to see.

19. The Magical Christmas – A Colouring Book“

The Magical Christmas – A Colouring Book for Adults Illustrator Lizzie Mary Cullen This e-book may be very well-liked nevertheless I had a very exhausting time coloring in it because the illustrations are SO busy and detailed and drive you to paint just about each inch of the paper. Many of the pages have sections the place you aren’t certain what it’s you’re coloring or the place it stops and begins. I might advocate this solely for very skilled colorists who don’t frustrate simply.

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20. Whimsical Winter Wonderland by Molly Harrison

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21. Christmas Coloring Book by Jade Summer

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22. Merry & Bright

A Festive Christmas Coloring Wonderland of Snowmen, Ice Skates, and Quirky Critters on High-Quality Perforated Pages that Resist Bleed Through from numerous artists at Design Originals

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23. Snowflake Mandalas By Marty Nobel

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24. Christmas Designs by Peter Pauper Press

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25. Christmas Joy

Christmas Joy is a coloring e-book crammed with 24 pages of great, cute pictures within the theme of Christmas hand-drawn by Swedish artist Sabine van Ee.

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#26 Another of my favourite illustrators created a Christmas Coloring e-book “The Gift” unique title or “Night Voyage” for the English market

“The Night Voyage: A Magical Adventure and Coloring Book”

The Gift or All Gifts of the World or the Night Voyage are all alternate names for Daria Song’s Christmas e-book.

The tabby cat you see on this picture is all through the e-book for you cat lovers which might be additionally Daria Song followers. Her Christmas e-book follows the little woman on a brand new nighttime journey when the conductor of her toy practice involves life and helps her distribute presents the world over

This beautiful Christmas e-book is accessible to Order from Amazon US – UK –  Canada or Book Depository Worldwide.

Tatiana is thought for her “Little Town” collection and this Christmas coloring e-book has a few of these lovable mouse home, little city kind illustrations however it additionally has different pictures and the one which received me over was the lovable gnome colorings I noticed a couple of occasions on Instagram. I contact the artist on Etsy and he or she answered me nearly instantly that I may discover that picture on this her first Christmas e-book. Honestly, at this value level and for the flexibility to immediately obtain and coloration I’ve already received it printed and also you’ll be seeing it posted on my social channels very quickly. I believe I additionally may shrink it down and make it into present tags. I could also be a little bit bit behind the occasions however Christmas gnomes are making me actually completely happy this yr.

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#28 Entangled Christmas Coloring Book

Angela Porter’s work is actually enjoyable to paint in. It has simply sufficient element to make it fascinating however not so tiny that you simply get fatigued with a web page. This is a Creative Haven e-book so pictures are printed on one aspect of the paper and are a vivid white good high quality paper.

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29. Sticker by Number Christmas

Something a little bit totally different, if these coloring fingers are getting drained, attempt your hand at Coloring by Sticker.

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Christmas Creative Haven Coloring Books

There are fairly a couple of Christmas Creative Haven & Dover Coloring Books which were round for some time so we’ll be including these titles as time permits.

Christmas Around the World -Joan O’Brien is the illustrator. This e-book is extra elementary than a number of the others however has some pretty conventional vacation pictures

Nativity Stained Glass Coloring Book – Illustrator Marty Noble Christmas Mandalas – Illustrator Marty Noble Vintage Christmas Greetings Illustrator Marty Noble Winter Scenes – Illustrator Marty Noble Christmas Trees by Barbara Lanza Merry & Bright – Design Originals Illustrators An Old-Fashioned Christmas Coloring Book – Creative Haven My Besties Christmas Cottage Coloring Book – Sherri Baldy Ugly Holiday Sweaters – Creative Haven Winter Scapes Creative Haven Color Christmas Portable Book (Mini measurement) by Thaneeya McArdle Winter Wonderland with Love – Sherri Baldy Snowflake Mandalas – Marty Noble Night Before Christmas – Sherri Baldy Hebrew Illuminations Coloring Book: A Coloring Journey Through the Jewish Holy Days Adult Christmas Coloring Book: Magic Christmas: for Relaxation Meditation Blessing Nice Little Christmas Town by Tatiana Bogema Winter Magic: Beautiful Holiday Patterns Coloring Book for Adults  Winter Wonderland – A Creative Haven e-book seems prefer it has some good winter scenes which might rejoice the vacations properly.

The Fart Before Christmas – A model new humorous coloring e-book that may be nice for school-age youngsters in addition to adults. This new coloring e-book is sort of intelligent and humorous. If you will have a school-aged kiddo or grandkid you understand that something to do with farting is at all times massively hilarious.

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Johanna Basford’s Holiday Freebies

Johanna Basford has a number of Christmas and Holiday pictures on her web site which you can obtain for free and we count on her to do one thing enjoyable and particular once more in 2016. Here is her beautiful Christmas Star. Johanna knew she wanted to get the phrase out about her work a couple of years in the past and arrange a enjoyable twitter mission the place she tweeted a chunk of an introduction calendar every day on twitter. Luckily for you, it’s now all on this web page the place you possibly can click on on and print every picture to paint in at dwelling. My plan is to print these on good high quality paper, coloration and use them to make handcrafted Christmas playing cards.

Stocking Stuffer Favorites for the Holidays

Not certain how one can get began with Adult Coloring Books? Check right here for Where to Start with Adult Colouring and Top 13 Tips for New Colorists. Best Coloring Pencils, Gel Pens & Markers to make use of in Adult Coloring Books.

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If you understand of any others please contact me and let me know. If you’re an illustrator with a vacation mission for the 2019 or 2020 holidays please ship me a duplicate to evaluation so I can add it to my curated lists.

Check out Christmas Cards to Color right here, Christmas Coloring Instant Downloads on Etsy, and Jewish Holiday Books right here.

Join the enjoyable in our Christmas Coloring Contest from Jane F. Hankins 2019.

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For Whump!Prompts: (Forced Marriage)

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As far as letters went from the Berserker tribe, this one was completely confounding. A real conundrum. Not to mention a huge step backwards for Viqueendom-kind. Which may or may have not been an actual word, but that was beside the point.

All this time thinking that Dagur was maybe a decent guy, not to mention completely awesome and terrifying, with a great laugh … and for what? So he could prove to be an utter creep?

Tuffnut’s eyes narrowed as he read over the letter again. The same letter that demanded his sister’s arrival for a Berserker wedding, along with her hope chest full of embroidered napkins and quilts and tailored clothing (as if she could even thread a needle let alone sew; he did all the sewing!) and a wedding dress fit for a Chieftain’s bride.

Poor Ruffnut had been crying since she’d heard the news - his poor dear sister was beside herself once again, not wanting to live a violent, short, but likely happy life on an island of crazy Berserkers without getting a choice in the matter.

Their own parents had orchestrated this entire thing; clearly gouging Dagur for a bride price, since Ruff was the only Viking maiden on Berk not yet betrothed. Apparently the pressure had mounted on him to find a wife, since Oswald was in Valhalla.

Tuff felt for the guy, he really did, but he didn’t see why Ruffnut’s own freedom and happiness had to be dragged down the latrine as well. This was all boar-dung! Not only had his parents turn a deaf ear to his protests (which he delivered by song, stridently and off-key at their bedroom door, all night) but Stoick had not helped either.

“Son,” the man had said, putting a hand on Tuff’s shoulder. “Our tribe needs allies more than ever, and so do the Berserkers. Dagur’s people have had a long hard road to recovery, and they want to see their young chieftain settled down and married. It’s time for Dagur to start a new life and family of his own, and he chooses to do that so his own sister won’t have to take in the burden of being the sole heiress of her tribe. He’s doing this so Heather can marry for love, rather than duty.”

“Oh, wow, good for him! He’s doing it for his sister, so mine can just eat a whole load of spotted ice pike, I guess,” Tuff had ranted, not soothed at all. He’d stormed off after that, and Stoick had let him, knowing he’d come around eventually.

In an awful way, it made sense. Tuff couldn’t pretend he would do the same for his sister, if their roles were reversed - give up his own happiness, marry Heather and ruin her life, just to spare Ruffnut any and all possible disappointments.

He thought about that for a while, and finally realized what he had to do.

—–

The kohl, honestly, was the grossest stuff that had ever gotten in or near his eyes, and that wasn’t counting the many bugs that had drowned in those gray storm-cloud irises. It gave him a slightly raccoonish look, as though he’d been the one crying all week, and he was worried the powdered lip color was the wrong shade as well.

At the very least, his dress was totally on point, and he’d had Dogsbreath help him with his hair - tying it up in a bun, with beautifully carved yak bone pins holding it in place. It had taken some work to comb out his matted locks,  not to mention endless egg shampoos to get it clean, before it fell past his shoulders to his backside - ending in soft and natural curls.

Tuff had even put some flowers and last minute embroidery on his dress and veil, then sweet-talked Thuggory (who didn’t recognize him at all) into lashing the hope chest to a Nadder’s saddle. He didn’t want to ruin his dress, after all, or deprive Ruff of Barf’s company, though it nearly rent his soul in twain to say goodbye to Belch. Not to mention Chicken, though he knew his little fricasse had found herself a new family.

Just like he was going to have to make for himself, unless he could be so awful and utterly heartless that Dagur would want to divorce him. Hmm. Yeah, Tuff was fairly certain he could give that option a try.

He’d left a note for Ruff before he left. Hopefully she’d get the hint and mess up her hair, take up an insane personality and bad-smelling lifestyle. She’d have to; otherwise the jig was up, no matter how feminine Tuff could make himself.

He arrived on Berserker an hour before the wedding, narrowing his eyes as he saw Dagur standing at the decorated battlements, where Ruff had been directed to land. He reached down before he landed to yank on the ropes tying the hope chest in place, and was darkly satisfied to hear Dagur’s frightened yelp as the heavy cedar box nearly landed on his head.

It landed with a crash as Dagur nimbly leapt out of the way, but didn’t splinter, built sturdy enough to survive a lifetime of Nutt antics.

The Nadder landed smoothly, more or less, and Tuff spent a moment to make sure his hair and makeup were in place before gathering up the trails of his wedding dress and hopping down.

Dagur was standing there just staring at him, rather than hastening to help him down - the big oaf. Tuff had to remind himself that Ruff wouldn’t care about that sort of thing and just smoothed out his dress, sighing. “So,” he asked, trying to sound like his twin. “Where’s the big shindig at, anyway? And how much food are we talking?”

“Ruffnut, there’s … something I gotta say first.” Dagur was approaching, gazing at him with the saddest greenest eyes he’d ever seen. Oh boy. Where was this going?

“I know this wasn’t - that I wasn’t your first choice. Your parents are likely forcing you to do this, your brother and his Chicken probably hate me, and I’m sure when Heather gets back from her journey following our father’s notes, and finds out I married you without your singular permission, she’ll throw me off the highest peak of the island. But please hear me out - a wedding is what my tribe needs to heal. To move on past the wounds that life has … ”

Dagur paused and winced. “That I have inflicted upon them all. I know it isn’t fair to you, or Tuffnut, but my sister is reeling from losing the chance to ever meet her father again.

“She needs a familiar face on this island of - well, complete strangers. She got along with you just fine, right? I mean, she was best friends with Astrid, but she told me how much of a family you guys were to her. All of you. I can’t ever bring back our father, any more than I can do for our mother. Or any of her tribe … or foster parents …  but I can at least bring her a small piece of the happiness she knew with all of you. You can hate me all you want - make my life a living hell - I completely deserve it. But will you at least do me the honor of being a kind and loving sister to Heather?”

Tuff would have dearly liked to believe that nothing in Dagur’s speech moved him, certainly not enough to forgive this arranged marriage foolishness. It was a completely ill-thought out and ridiculous way to bring some mediocre comfort to one’s grieving sister …

Sort of like … like stealing one’s sister’s identity … and going off to her wedding without a fair warning or really any way for her to keep living her preferred lifestyle as herself, and also sticking her with the fallout if anyone found out and accused her of being part of this potentially alliance-ending plan.

Oh, Thor …

Tuff couldn’t help his eyes filling up with tears and spilling over, making his kohl streak even worse (he was absolutely never buying makeup from Johann ever again; that man did not know his cosmetics as well as he claimed to.)

“I’m so sorry!” he bawled, no longer disguising his voice at all as he dropped to his knees before Dagur. The man jumped, startled. “I have made an error!”

“Wait a minute - Boy-nut?! What in Thor’s name –?!” Dagur sounded furious, and Tuff couldn’t blame him - not really. This whole thing was ruined because of him, and now Dagur would have to call it all off and he’d be embarrassed and Heather would find out anyway and definitely still throw Dagur off the highest peak. And it would all be for nothing, because she would still be alone and unhappy.

Dagur’s hands wrapped around his throat, but didn’t squeeze, not yet. “Tell me why you did this?! Was this you and your twin’s idea of a joke?!”

Tuffnut sobbed in answer, but couldn’t shake his head no because of Dagur’s grip. He took a few gasping breaths, and confessed everything - his sister’s unhappiness and how nobody was even trying to stop her from having to go marry against her will, and how alone and helpless she felt.

“Ruffnut is a free and wild unreckoning spirit of chaos - she’s too good to be forced unwilling into the chains if an unwanted bond! That and she deserves a chance to realize she’s way better than everyone’s last choice!” He sniffled and curled down further as Dagur let him go, shocked.

“My sister deserves every happiness too,” Tuff hitched. “Just -just as much as Heather! And even if you killed me right here, right now, in one of your awesome Berserker rages, I’d do it all over again if it meant I could give her that!” He sniffled, and wiped at his eyes with his knuckles, scowling as they came away black. “Except … I’d definitely wear better makeup. This stuff is terrible.”

A soft chuckle made him look up, to see tears in Dagur’s eyes. The Berserker wiped his own eyes and then sighed kneeling to put gentle hands on Tuffnut’s shoulders.

“I think maybe we understand each other more than either of us are thinking. Tuffnut … we both care about our sisters. We love them and we’ll do anything for them, as only brothers can. If you want, I won’t tell my Berserkers anything tonight. We’ll fix your makeup - which doesn’t look too bad, except for the eyes - and have this wedding exactly as planned. It’ll be binding, meaning your sister will be off the hook, and my sister will just have to settle for a familiar brother-in-law.”

“I … yeah, I can do that. I’m all in and dressed to stun. But what if your tribe finds out -?”

“Oh, I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. There’s the matter of kids, but that’s for later. Right now everyone’s just clamoring for me to find a spouse and throw a really great wedding.

“By Loki, I’m sure everyone will be relieved you and I can’t have kids,” Tuff remarked.

Dagur snorted, and broke out into full fledged laughter, which Tuff had to admit was rather contagious. He stood up, pulling Tuff to his feet with a gentle tug on his elbows.

“Come on, then. Provided your sister doesn’t come crashing the wedding just to kill me, we’re going to have long and interesting night.”

“Neither of us can really back out now, can we?” Tuff asked, listening to the cheering of Berserkers from the lantern-lit main square. There was already faint music swelling, the smell of cooking food. Dagur had gone all out for this, and his people sounded so happy. "Let’s go face that music.”

Dagur grinned and scooped Tuff up in his arms, taking care to keep the train from dragging across the dusty cobblestones. “Want me to call you husband, when we’re alone?” he asked softly.

He felt a blush creep across his face and fiddled with the lacework on his sleeves. “Actually, I would like that …” Tuff murmured, as he was carried to Dagur’s hut so he could freshen up. “Heh. Husband-nut.”

It was going to be a long night … but so far, not such a terrible start to a marriage.

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On what basis, then, does the atheist judge the natural world to be horribly wrong, unfair, and unjust? – Timothy Keller • If the history-deniers who doubt the fact of evolution are ignorant of biology, those who think the world began less than ten thousand years ago are worst than ignorant, they are the deluded to the point of perversity. – Richard Dawkins • If there is one beast in all the loathsome fauna of civilization I hate and despise it is a man of the world. – Henry Arthur Jones • If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character. If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home. If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nations. When there is order in the nations, there will peace in the world. – Sathya Sai Baba • If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can’t see how beautiful it really is. – Betty Smith • If you can’t change the world with chocolate chip cookies, how can you change the world? – Pat Murphy • If you think the United States has stood still, who built the largest shopping center in the world? – Richard M. Nixon • I’m still living it now, every day, living it out in my mind – following the ups and downs, walking the pathways, reliving the moments of our Moonlight World… It’s a day that never dies. – Kevin Brooks • In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn’t a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is. – Neal Shusterman • In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe. – Michael Jackson • In a world in which there is so much to interest, so much to enjoy, and so much also to correct and improve, everyone who has this moderate amount of moral and intellectual requisites is capable of an existence which may be called enviable; and unless such a person, through bad laws, or subjection to the will of others, is denied the liberty to use the sources of happiness within his reach, he will not fail to find the enviable existence – John Stuart Mill • In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last. And understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand. – Richard Matheson • In a world where vows are worthless.Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power. – Chuck Palahniuk • In all great works of fiction, regardless of the grim reality they present, there is an affirmation of life against the transience of that life, an essential defiance. This affirmation lies in the way the author takes control of reality by retelling it in his own way, thus creating a new world. Every great work of art, I would declare pompously, is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life. The perfection and beauty of form rebels against the ugliness and shabbiness of the subject matter. – Azar Nafisi • In fact, he sorely hoped that it would happen, because otherwise, the world made no sense, there was no justice, and life was just a tangled ball of chaos. – Christopher Moore • In some corner of the world they are probably still holding regular meetings of the Flat Earth Society. We derive no comfort because important people, vocal people, or great numbers of people agree with us. Nor do we derive comfort if they don’t. – Warren Buffett • In that moment, the machinery of the world lined up. Somewhere a clock struck midnight, and Hugo’s future seemed to fall perfectly into place. – Brian Selznick • In the fight between you and the world, back the world. – Franz Kafka • In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbor’s knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave. – Dorothy Parker • Isn’t it true that whatever isn’t determined by our genes must be determined by our environment? What else is there? There’s Nature and there’s Nurture. Is there also some X, some further contributor to what we are? There’s Chance. Luck. This extra ingredient is important but doesn’t have to come from the quantum bowels of our atoms or from some distant star. It is all around us in the causeless coin-flipping of our noisy world, automatically filling in the gaps of specification left unfixed by our genes, and unfixed by salient causes in our environment. – Daniel Dennett • It is … through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth. – Madeleine L’Engle • It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined. – John Green • It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr. Gray, you yourself, with yourrose-red youth and your rose-white boyhood, you have had passions that have made you afraid, thoughts that have filled you with terror, day-dreams and sleeping dreams whose mere memory might stain your cheek with shame. – Oscar Wilde • It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than the world can pay. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • It is your duty to be exceedingly kind to every human being…until ye change the world of man into the world of God. – Abdu’l-Bahá • It takes all sorts of people to make a world. – Douglas William Jerrold • It turns out Dimitri had a friend, who had a friend, and despite the best security in the Moroi world, we managed to get into the Court’s prison facilities. – Richelle Mead • It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is now more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to have to paint it. – Steven Wright • It’s hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we’re left with a fistful of ashes. – Madeleine L’Engle • It’s just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe…But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer. – Neil Gaiman • Kronos would be 10 times more powerful. His very presence would incinerate you. And once he achieves this he will empower the other Titans. They are weak, compared to what they soon will become, unless you can stop them, the world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine. – Rick Riordan • Let the jerks of the world serve as the perfect example of what you don’t want to be. You’ll be a heck of a lot happier, and in the long run, there’s a chance that other person at work will end up asking what your secret is. Why are you the happy one? In other words, don’t let your thoughts think you. Besides, if you’re really gonna get pissed, don’t waste it on your family, friends, or coworkers, save it for something that really matters. – Willie Nelson • Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle. – Percy Bysshe Shelley • Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel. – Jean Genet • May I propose a Herzog dictum? Those who read own the world, and those who watch television lose it. – Werner Herzog • Maybe you’ll call me someday Hear the operator say the numbers no good And that She had a world of chances for you She had a world of chances for you She had a world of chances Chances you were burning through – Demi Lovato • Men,” he began his address to the officers, measuring his pauses carefully. “You’re American officers. The officers of no other army in the world can make that statement. Think about it. – Joseph Heller • Modern music and artistry would look and sound completely different if not for the groundbreaking contributions Michael Jackson gifted to the world. – L.A. Reid • Money commands everything because that’s our interpretation of capitalism … what kind of world is that? It’s a very uncomfortable interpretation of a human being. We have been turned into robots. – Muhammad Yunus • Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done. – Louis D. Brandeis • Neither were you [born yesterday], unless of course I am wrong, in which case welcome to the world, little baby, and congratulations on learning to read so early in life. – Daniel Handler • Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has. – Margaret Mead • No ideology can help to create a new world or a new mind or a new human being — because ideological orientation itself is the root cause of all the conflicts and all the miseries. Thought creates boundaries, thought creates divisions and thought creates prejudices; thought itself cannot bridge them. That’s why all ideologies fail. Now man must learn to live without ideologies religious, political or otherwise. When the mind is not tethered to any ideology, it is free to move to new understandings. And in that freedom flowers all that is good and all that is beautiful. – Rajneesh • No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone. – William Shakespeare • No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else. – Charles Dickens • Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles. – Chris Cleave • Nobody knew my rose of the world but me… I had too much glory. They don’t want glory like that in nobody’s heart – Tennessee Williams • Now that physics is proving the intelligence of the universe what are we to do about the stupidity of mankind? I include myself. I know that the earth is not flat but my feet are. I know that space is curved but my brain has been condoned by habit to grow in a straight line. What I call light is my own blend of darkness. What I call a view is my hand-painted trompe-l’oeil. I run after knowledge like a ferret down a ferret hole. My limitations, I call the boundaries of what can be known. I interpret the world by confusing other people’s psychology with my own. – Jeanette Winterson • O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in’t! – William Shakespeare • Of course there are worlds. Millions of them! Every star you see has worlds, and most of those you don’t see. – Isaac Asimov • On the return trip home, gazing through 240,000 miles of space toward the stars and the planet from which I had come, I suddenly experienced the universe as intelligent, loving, harmonious. – Edgar Mitchell • Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair. – Nicole Krauss • once you laugh at you own weaknesses, you can move forward. Comedy breaks down walls. It opens up people. If you’re good, you can fill up those openings with something positive. Mabye…….. combat some the ugliness in the world. – Goldie Hawn • Our shared world is humanly unquantifiable and ideologically confused. Which one of them is capable of implementing the most recognizable harm or good? – James Ellroy • Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • Pastries . . . can only be appreciated to the full extent of their subtlety when they are not eaten to assuage our hunger, when the orgy of their sugary sweetness is not destined to full some primary need but to coat our palate with all the benevolence of the world. – Muriel Barbery • Perhaps things are most beautiful when they are not quite real; when you look upon a scene as an outsider, and come to possess it in its entirety and forever; when you live in the present with the lucidity and feeling of memory; when, for want of connection, the world deepens and becomes art. – Mark Helprin • Power said to the world, “You are mine.” The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, “I am thine.” The world gave it the freedom of her house. – Rabindranath Tagore • Self respect, Colie. If you don’t have it, the world will walk all over you. – Sarah Dessen • She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go. – Gregory Maguire • So if the world hates us, we take courage that it hated Jesus first. If you’re wondering whether you’ll be safe, just look at what they did to Jesus and those who followed him. There are safer ways to live than by being a Christian. – Shane Claiborne • Socrates, indeed, when he was asked of what country he called himself, said, “Of the world”; for he considered himself an inhabitant and a citizen of the whole world. – Marcus Tullius Cicero • solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen. *** Here sitting on the world, she thought, for she could not shake herself free from the sense that everything this morning was happening for the first time, perhaps for the last time, as a traveller, even though he is half asleep, knows, looking out of the train window, that he must look now, for he will never see that town, or that mule-cart, or that woman at work in the fields, again. – Virginia Woolf • Some days,’ I say, ‘I feel like I don’t belong anywhere in that world. That world out there. ‘I point to Grant. ‘People walk down our street and people drive down it and people ride their bicycles down it and all of them, even the ones I know, could be from another planet. And I’m a visiting alien.’ And aliens don’t belong anywhere,’ Adam finishes for me, ‘except in their own little corners of the universe.’ Right,’ I say. ~pgs 57-58 Hattie and Adam on alienation – Ann M. Martin • Some people get where they hope to in this world. Most of us don’t. – James Agee • Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men. – John Knowles • Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Teachers, I believe, are the most responsible and important members of society because their professional efforts affect the fate of the earth.- Helen Caldicott • Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all the world. As a happy ending? As an ending. – Jeanette Winterson • That observation which is called knowledge of the world will be found much more frequently to make men cunning than good. – Samuel Johnson • That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good. – Sarah Dessen • The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed. – Charles Dickens • The future belongs to you. Should anyone insult you, tell yourself this: I am a child of destiny who will unite East and West and change the world. – Adeline Yen Mah • The future is unwritten. there are best case scenarios. There are worst-case scenarios. both of them are great fun to write about if you’ re a science fiction novelist, but neither of them ever happens in the real world. What happens in the real world is always a sideways-case scenario. World-changing marvels to us, are only wallpaper to our children. – Bruce Sterling • the future of the world lies with the yellow man and the brown man now that our erstwhile master, the white-skinned man, has wasted himself through buggery, cell phone usage, and drug abuse – Aravind Adiga • The love of a single heart can make a world of difference. – Immaculee Ilibagiza • The most beautiful highway in the world – Dave Pelzer • The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible. – Albert Einstein • The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world, you know, are just the things which no one can see.- Charles Kingsley • The new electronic independence re-creates the world in the image of a global village. – Marshall McLuhan • The New World Order that is in the making must focus on the creation of a world of democracy, peace and prosperity for all. – Nelson Mandela • The original, shimmering self gets buried so deep that most of us end up hardly living out of it at all. Instead we live out all the other selves, which we are constantly putting on and taking off like coats and hats against the world’s weather – Frederick Buechner • The point is… to live one’s life in the full complexity of what one is, which is something much darker, more contradictory, more of a maelstrom of impulses and passions, of cruelty, ecstacy, and madness, than is apparent to the civilized being who glides on the surface and fits smoothly into the world. – Thomas Nagel • The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love. – Jeanette Winterson • The problem of why God created the universe still troubles thinking men; but if we cannot know why, we can at least know that He did not bring His worlds into being to meet some unfulfilled need in Himself, as a man might build a house to shelter him against the winter cold or plant a field of corn to provide him with necessary food. The word ‘necessary’ is wholly foreign to God. – Aiden Wilson Tozer • The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. – Marcel Proust • The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.- Thomas Browne • The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world. – Anne Rice • The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • The three of them set out every morning on adventures of their own kind. Once, an elderly professor of literature, Mrs. Taggart’s friend, saw them on top of a pile in a junk yard, dismantling the carcass of an automobile. He stopped, shook his head and said to Francisco, ‘A young man of your position ought to spend his time in libraries, absorbing the culture of the world.’ ‘What do you think I’m doing?’ asked Francisco. – Ayn Rand • The whole point of Zen is to suspend the rules we have superimposed on things and to see the world as it is – Alan Watts • The world going insane and evil letting slip the birds of war is no excuse for sloppy vocabulary. – P. C. Cast • The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and there was no other in which we could take refuge. – Albert Camus • • The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it. – Albert Einstein • The world is a thing that a man must learn to despise, and even to neglect, before he can learn to reverence it, and work in it and for it.- Thomas Carlyle • The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive. – W. C. Fields • The world is God’s world, after all. – Charles Kingsley • The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story. – Byron Katie • The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. – Robert Louis Stevenson • The world is truly beautiful solely in the eyes of a true philosopher. – Kedar Joshi • The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense? – David Mitchell • The world remains ever the same. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • The world tilted slightly sideways. ‘I think I need to sit down.’ The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he’d already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded. – Tanya Huff • There are some people who will never understand what loyalty means. They could tell you what it was, of course, but they will never know.They will never see it from the inside. They couldn’t imagine a world where something like that was real. – Jim Butcher • There has yet to be a human to survive a span of history without at least one end of the world. – Jonathan Safran Foer • There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.- Jonathan Swift • There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world. – Sonya Sones • There’s too much love in the world. Sometimes I think that’s what heaven is—- a place where everybody’s happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever. – Gregory David Roberts • There’s got to be more to life than just living, Foyle said to the robot. “Then find it for yourself, sir. Don’t ask the world to stop moving because you have doubts.” “Why can’t we all move forward together?” “Because you’re all different. You’re not lemmings. Some must lead, and hope that the rest will follow.” “Who leads?” “The men who must… driven men, compelled men.” “Freak men.” “You’re all freaks, sir. But you always have been freaks. Life is a freak. That’s its hope and glory.” – Alfred Bester • These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It’s probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation. – Libba Bray • These stories seem at times to be stories of a long-lost world when the city of New York was still filled with a river light, when you heard the Benny Goodman quartets from a radio in the corner stationery store, and when almost everybody wore a hat. – John Cheever • This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper. – T. S. Eliot • This truth I firmly hold, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding; my life has been a gift, a blessing to the world. – Anthony de Mello • Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can’t even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things. – Haruki Murakami • To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail… failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion – Marcel Proust • To be simple is the best thing in the world. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars. – Dante Alighieri • To give someone a piece of your heart, is worth more than all the wealth in the world. – Michael Jackson • To realize that new world we must prefer the values of freedom and equality above all other values – above personal wealth, technical power and nationalism. – Herbert Read • Was the earth made to preserve a few covetous, proud men to live at ease, and for them to bag and barn up the treasures of the Earth from others, that these may beg or starve in a fruitful land; or was it made to preserve all her children? – Gerrard Winstanley • We are grateful to the Washington Post, the New York Times, Time Magazine and other great publications whose directors have attended our meetings and respected their promises of discretion for almost 40 years……It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supernational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national autodetermination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • We didn’t Make this World we’re just the Poor Fools who are living in it. – Michael Grant • We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it? – Kate DiCamillo • We went to the New York World’s Fair, saw what the past had been like, according to the Ford Motor Car Company and Walt Disney, saw what the future would be like, according to General Motors. And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. – Kurt Vonnegut • What a strange world we live in…Said Alice to the Queen of hearts – Lewis Carroll • What do believers in the Absolute mean by saving that their belief affords them comfort? They mean that since in the Absolute finite evil is ‘overruled’ already, we may, therefore, whenever we wish, treat the temporal as if it were potentially the eternal, be sure that we can trust its outcome, and, without sin, dismiss our fear and drop the worry of our finite responsibility. In short, they mean that we have a right ever and anon to take a moral holiday, to let the world wag in its own way, feeling that its issues are in better hands than ours and are none of our business. – William James • What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the World. – Albert Einstein • When it’s raining like this,” said Naoko, “it feels as if we’re the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us could stay together. – Haruki Murakami • When the world seems large and complex, we need to remember that great world ideals all begin in some home neighborhood. – Konrad Adenauer • When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oceans of the world. – Francesca Lia Block • With our thoughts we make the world. – Gautama Buddha • Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed. – Muriel Barbery • You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive? – Rumi • You can’t make flivers without steel – and you can’t make tragedies without social instability. The world’s stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get. They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death; they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers; they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they’re so conditioned that they pratically can’t help behaving as they ought to behave. – Aldous Huxley • You know what I noticed when I was with Jacob? In your world, people can reach each other in an instant. There’s the telephone, and the fax – and on the computer you can talk to someone all the way around the world. You’ve got people telling their secrets on TV talk shows, and magazines that publish pictures of movie stars trying to hide their homes. All those connections, but everyone there seems so lonely. – Jodi Picoult • You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect. – Hermann Hesse • You’ll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. – George Bernard Shaw • Your heart, Mary Karr, he’d say. His pen touched my sternum, and it felt for all the world like the point of a dull spear as he said, Your heart knows what your head don’t. Or won’t. – Mary Karr • You’re a poem?’ I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. ‘If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea.’ ‘Isn’t it hard to be three things at the same time?’ ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Enn.’ ‘So you are Enn,’ she said. ‘And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time? – Neil Gaiman • You’ve got to love yourself with all your short comings, and you’ve got to love the world no matter how bad it gets. – Joan Bauer

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• A common lament of the World War II generation is the absence today of personal responsibility – Tom Brokaw • A mockingbird has moved into our neighborhood. It perches atop a telephone pole behind our backyard. Every morning it is the first thing I hear. It is impossible to be unhappy when listening to a mockingbird. So stuffed with songs it is, it can’t seem to make up it’s mind which to sing first, so it sings them all, a dozen different songs at once, in a dozen different voices. On and on it sings without a pause, so peppy, even frantic, as if its voice alone is keeping the world awake. – Jerry Spinelli • A world of contradictions, wherein everything is gray and almost nothing is black and white. – David Sheff • After all, a woman didn’t leave much behind in the world to show she’d been there. Even the children she bore and raised got their father’s name. But her quilts, now that was something she could pass on. – Sandra Dallas • All the world is full of suffering. It is also full of overcoming. – Helen Keller • • All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. – William Shakespeare • All the world’s a stage. – William Shakespeare • And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. – Roald Dahl • And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door. – Janet Fitch • And in truth (as I now see) I had the wish to put off my journey as long as I could. Not for any peril or labour it might cost; but because I could see nothing in the whole world for me to do once it was accomplished. AS long as this act lay before me, there was, as it were, some barrier between me and the dead desert which the rest of my life must be. – C. S. Lewis • And that,” put in the Director sententiously, “that is the secret of happiness and virtue — liking what you’ve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny. – Aldous Huxley • As far as I can tell, dumping soda on people is the equivalent of ‘Hi, it’s nice to meet you’ in this part of the world. Frankly, I think standard greetings work better, but what do I know? – Nicholas Sparks • As long as countries wave chequebooks over our heads, we can never be equal.- Louise Mushikiwabo • As long as there’s pasta and Chinese food in the world, I’m okay. – Michael Chang • At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever – Virginia Woolf • At the end of the day, God’s love for me, for you, and for the world is settled at the cross. – Andy Stanley

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Camila was quite incapable of establishing any harmony between the claims of her art, of her appetites, or her dreams, and of her crowded daily routine. Each of these was a world in itself. – Thornton Wilder • Change your thoughts and you change your world.- Norman Vincent Peale • Choosing leaf or flesh, factory farm or family farm, does not in itself change the world, but teaching ourselves, our children, our local communities, and our nation to choose conscience over ease can. – Jonathan Safran Foer • Christianity is a religion in a rush. Look at the world created in seven says. Even on a symbolic lovel, that’s creation in frenzy. – Yann Martel • Come, follow me, and leave the world to its babblings. – Dante Alighieri • Darkness has completely descended onto the landscape and I stood up and stretched my arms above my head and I wondered what it would be like if it were a perfect world. Only god knows. And he is dead. – David Wojnarowicz • Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?” Darcy: “Not if I can help it!” Sir William: “What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy! There is nothing like dancing, after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies.” Mr. Darcy: “Certainly, sir; and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world; every savage can dance. – Jane Austen • Dona Maria saw that the people of this world moved about in an armor of egotism, drunk with self-gazing, athirst for compliments, hearing little of what was said to them, unmoved by the accidents that befell their closest friends, in dread of all appeals that might interrupt their long communion with their own desires. – Thornton Wilder • Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. – Robert Jones Burdette • Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. – Mark Twain • Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. – Anais Nin • Each friend represents a world in us. – Anais Nin • Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven’s dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds. – Christian Nestell Bovee • Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. – Nelson Mandela • Every American should be forced to live outside the United States for a year or two. Americans should be forced to see how ridiculous they appear to the rest of the world! They should listen to someone else’s version of themselves–to anyone else’s version! Every country knows more about America than Americans know about themselves! And Americans know absolutely nothing about any other country! – John Irving • Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. – Leo Tolstoy • Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. – Clarice Lispector • Example moves the world more than doctrine. – Henry Miller • Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day; Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth, And make use of your wings while you may. . . . . But tho’ dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite, They at last found it dangerous play; Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth, Only dazzle to lead us astray. – Thomas Haynes Bayly • For the air of lonely men surrounded him now, a still atmosphere in which the world around him slipped away, leaving him incapable of relationship, an atmosphere against which neither will nor longing availed. This was one of the significant earmarks of his life. – Hermann Hesse • Further global progress is now possible only through a quest for universal consensus in the movement towards a new world order. – Mikhail Gorbachev • God hates the LUKEWARM GOSPEL OF HALF-TRUTHS that is now spreading over the Globe. This gospel says, ‘Just believe in Jesus and you’ll be Saved. There’s nothing more to it.’ It ignores the Whole Counsel of God, which speaks of Repenting from former Sins, of Taking up your Cross, of being conformed to the Image of Christ by the refining work of the Holy Spirit. It is totally silent about the Reality of Hell and an After-Death Judgment. – David Wilkerson • God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, ‘I love you.’ – Billy Graham • Gods, I wish the world was full of passive women.He thougt for a moment longer, then scowled. On second thoughts, what a nightmare that’d be. It’s the job of a man to fan the spark into flames, not quench it. – Steven Erikson • Good evening, Lord Corwin,’ said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it. Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?’ A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful.’ You enjoy this duty?’ He nodded. I am writing a philosophical romance shot through with elements of horror and morbidity. I work on those parts down here. – Roger Zelazny • Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half – Neil Peart • Half the world does not know how the other half lives. – Francois Rabelais • Hatred is like a long, dark shadow. Not even the person it falls upon knows where it comes from, in most cases. It is like a two-edged sword. When you cut the other person, you cut yourself. The more violently you hack at the other person, the more violently you hack at yourself. It can often be fatal. But it is not easy to dispose of. Please be careful, Mr.Okada. It is very dangerous. Once it has taken root in your heart, hatred is the most difficult think in the world to shake off. – Haruki Murakami • He continues to teach because it provides him with a livelihood; also because it teaches him humility, brings it home to him who he is in the world. The irony does not escape him: that the one who comes to teach learns the keenest of lessons, while those who come to learn learn nothing. – J. M. Coetzee • He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it. – Cormac McCarthy • He who imagines he can do without the world deceives himself much; but he who fancies the world cannot do without him is still more mistaken. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld • He will know from and early age that failure is not disgrace. It’s just a pitch that you missed, and you’d better get ready for the next one. The next one might be the shot heard round the world. My son and I are Americans, we prepare for glory by failing until we don’t. – Craig Ferguson • Heaven is important, but its not the end of the world. – N. T. Wright • Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven’t answered me.” I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world,” I said after giving it some thought. “I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.” Midori rested an elbow on the bar and looked at me. “There was something like that in a Jim Morrison song, I’m pretty sure.” People are strange when you’re a stranger. – Haruki Murakami • How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world? – John Green • I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. – Walt Whitman • I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines. – Jack Kerouac • I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. – Richard Linklater • I believe that the first step in the setting of a real external world is the formation of the concept of bodily objects and of bodily objects of various kinds. – Albert Einstein • I brought you in this world, and I can take you out! – Bill Cosby • I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped. – Frederick Salomon Perls • I had come to discover that “safe” was an illusion, a pretense that adults wrapped around their children- and sometimes themselves- to make the world seem comfortable. I had discovered that under that thin cover of let’s-pretend, monsters and nightmares lay, and that not all of them came from places like the moonroads or the nightling cities. Some of the monsters were people we knew. People we thought we could trust. – Holly Lisle • I hope someday you will join us and the world will live as one. – John Lennon • I knew that danger lay ahead, of course; but I did not expect to meet it in our own Shire. Can’t a hobbit walk from the Water to the River in peace?” “But it is not your own Shire,” said Gildor. “Others dwelt here before hobbits were; and others will dwell here again when hobbits are no more. The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out. – J. R. R. Tolkien • I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. – Albert Einstein • I know the outer world as well as you do, and I judge it. You know nothing of my inner world, and yet you presume to judge that world. – Aldous Huxley • I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn, that Bridge was too much for me. – Lawrence Ferlinghetti • I realized up there that our planet is not infinite. It’s fragile. That may not be obvious to a lot of folks, and it’s tough that people are fighting each other here on Earth instead of trying to get together and live on this planet. We look pretty vulnerable in the darkness of space. – Alan Shepard • I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It’s small and it’s fragile and it’s the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. • I spent centuries I your arms. This time our joining will be controlled by me, and you will revel in the pleasure I can bring you. Throw off the shackles of your distant goddess and come to me. Be my love, truly, in body as well as soul and I will give you the world! – P. C. Cast • I stopped wanting to float away from my life, because in the end my life was all I had. I’d walk the Fairmont campus and look up to the sky and I wouldn’t see myself drifting off like some lost balloon. Instead I saw the size of the world and found comfort in its hugeness. I’d think back to those times when I felt like everything was closing in on me, those times when I thought I was stuck, and I realized that I was wrong. There is always hope. The world is vast and meant for wandering. There is always somewhere else to go. – Nick Burd • I think the way I feel when I look at Evan comes from her. In pictures taken the day she married my dad, she was reckless, laughing, spinning around in circles. She looked like her whole world was him. She looked a kind of happy I can’t even imagine. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be like that. I don’ want to feel the way she did because I know what happens when you do. You love with your whole heart, with everything, and you wake up one morning and kiss someone good-bye the way you always do except you mean it as good-bye forever. – Elizabeth Scott • I trembled to think of a world without stars. No guide for the sailor to trust at see, no jewels to dazzle our sense of beauty […] But all around the globe, the air is so dirty and the lights from the cities are so bright that for some people few stars can be seen anymore. A generation of children may grow up seeing a blank sky and asking, “Did there used to be stars there? – Michael Jackson • I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman’s life.” Don’t wait for it,” I said. “Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me. – Anais Nin • I would support a Presidential candidate who pledged to take the following steps: … At the end of the war in the Persian Gulf, press for a comprehensive Middle East settlement and for a ‘new world order’ based not on Pax Americana but on peace through law with a stronger U.N. and World Court. – George McGovern • I’d kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn’t act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong. – Lilith Saintcrow • If all the world must see the world As the world the world hath seen, Then it were better for the world That the world have never been. – Charles Godfrey Leland • If anyone on the verge of action should judge himself according to the outcome, he would never begin. Even though the result may gladden the whole world, that cannot help the hero; for he knows the result only when the whole thing is over, and that is not how he became a hero, but by virtue of the fact that he began. – Soren Kierkegaard • If he were allowed contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them is lies. The sealed world in which he lives would be broken, and the fear, hatred and self-righteousness on which his morale depends might evaporate. – George Orwell • If the evolutionary mechanism of natural selection depends on death, destruction, and violence of the strong against the weak, then these things are perfectly natural. On what basis, then, does the atheist judge the natural world to be horribly wrong, unfair, and unjust? – Timothy Keller • If the history-deniers who doubt the fact of evolution are ignorant of biology, those who think the world began less than ten thousand years ago are worst than ignorant, they are the deluded to the point of perversity. – Richard Dawkins • If there is one beast in all the loathsome fauna of civilization I hate and despise it is a man of the world. – Henry Arthur Jones • If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character. If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home. If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nations. When there is order in the nations, there will peace in the world. – Sathya Sai Baba • If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can’t see how beautiful it really is. – Betty Smith • If you can’t change the world with chocolate chip cookies, how can you change the world? – Pat Murphy • If you think the United States has stood still, who built the largest shopping center in the world? – Richard M. Nixon • I’m still living it now, every day, living it out in my mind – following the ups and downs, walking the pathways, reliving the moments of our Moonlight World… It’s a day that never dies. – Kevin Brooks • In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn’t a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is. – Neal Shusterman • In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe. – Michael Jackson • In a world in which there is so much to interest, so much to enjoy, and so much also to correct and improve, everyone who has this moderate amount of moral and intellectual requisites is capable of an existence which may be called enviable; and unless such a person, through bad laws, or subjection to the will of others, is denied the liberty to use the sources of happiness within his reach, he will not fail to find the enviable existence – John Stuart Mill • In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last. And understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand. – Richard Matheson • In a world where vows are worthless.Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power. – Chuck Palahniuk • In all great works of fiction, regardless of the grim reality they present, there is an affirmation of life against the transience of that life, an essential defiance. This affirmation lies in the way the author takes control of reality by retelling it in his own way, thus creating a new world. Every great work of art, I would declare pompously, is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life. The perfection and beauty of form rebels against the ugliness and shabbiness of the subject matter. – Azar Nafisi • In fact, he sorely hoped that it would happen, because otherwise, the world made no sense, there was no justice, and life was just a tangled ball of chaos. – Christopher Moore • In some corner of the world they are probably still holding regular meetings of the Flat Earth Society. We derive no comfort because important people, vocal people, or great numbers of people agree with us. Nor do we derive comfort if they don’t. – Warren Buffett • In that moment, the machinery of the world lined up. Somewhere a clock struck midnight, and Hugo’s future seemed to fall perfectly into place. – Brian Selznick • In the fight between you and the world, back the world. – Franz Kafka • In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbor’s knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave. – Dorothy Parker • Isn’t it true that whatever isn’t determined by our genes must be determined by our environment? What else is there? There’s Nature and there’s Nurture. Is there also some X, some further contributor to what we are? There’s Chance. Luck. This extra ingredient is important but doesn’t have to come from the quantum bowels of our atoms or from some distant star. It is all around us in the causeless coin-flipping of our noisy world, automatically filling in the gaps of specification left unfixed by our genes, and unfixed by salient causes in our environment. – Daniel Dennett • It is … through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth. – Madeleine L’Engle • It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined. – John Green • It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr. Gray, you yourself, with yourrose-red youth and your rose-white boyhood, you have had passions that have made you afraid, thoughts that have filled you with terror, day-dreams and sleeping dreams whose mere memory might stain your cheek with shame. – Oscar Wilde • It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than the world can pay. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • It is your duty to be exceedingly kind to every human being…until ye change the world of man into the world of God. – Abdu’l-Bahá • It takes all sorts of people to make a world. – Douglas William Jerrold • It turns out Dimitri had a friend, who had a friend, and despite the best security in the Moroi world, we managed to get into the Court’s prison facilities. – Richelle Mead • It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is now more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to have to paint it. – Steven Wright • It’s hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we’re left with a fistful of ashes. – Madeleine L’Engle • It’s just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe…But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer. – Neil Gaiman • Kronos would be 10 times more powerful. His very presence would incinerate you. And once he achieves this he will empower the other Titans. They are weak, compared to what they soon will become, unless you can stop them, the world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine. – Rick Riordan • Let the jerks of the world serve as the perfect example of what you don’t want to be. You’ll be a heck of a lot happier, and in the long run, there’s a chance that other person at work will end up asking what your secret is. Why are you the happy one? In other words, don’t let your thoughts think you. Besides, if you’re really gonna get pissed, don’t waste it on your family, friends, or coworkers, save it for something that really matters. – Willie Nelson • Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle. – Percy Bysshe Shelley • Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel. – Jean Genet • May I propose a Herzog dictum? Those who read own the world, and those who watch television lose it. – Werner Herzog • Maybe you’ll call me someday Hear the operator say the numbers no good And that She had a world of chances for you She had a world of chances for you She had a world of chances Chances you were burning through – Demi Lovato • Men,” he began his address to the officers, measuring his pauses carefully. “You’re American officers. The officers of no other army in the world can make that statement. Think about it. – Joseph Heller • Modern music and artistry would look and sound completely different if not for the groundbreaking contributions Michael Jackson gifted to the world. – L.A. Reid • Money commands everything because that’s our interpretation of capitalism … what kind of world is that? It’s a very uncomfortable interpretation of a human being. We have been turned into robots. – Muhammad Yunus • Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done. – Louis D. Brandeis • Neither were you [born yesterday], unless of course I am wrong, in which case welcome to the world, little baby, and congratulations on learning to read so early in life. – Daniel Handler • Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has. – Margaret Mead • No ideology can help to create a new world or a new mind or a new human being — because ideological orientation itself is the root cause of all the conflicts and all the miseries. Thought creates boundaries, thought creates divisions and thought creates prejudices; thought itself cannot bridge them. That’s why all ideologies fail. Now man must learn to live without ideologies religious, political or otherwise. When the mind is not tethered to any ideology, it is free to move to new understandings. And in that freedom flowers all that is good and all that is beautiful. – Rajneesh • No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone. – William Shakespeare • No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else. – Charles Dickens • Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles. – Chris Cleave • Nobody knew my rose of the world but me… I had too much glory. They don’t want glory like that in nobody’s heart – Tennessee Williams • Now that physics is proving the intelligence of the universe what are we to do about the stupidity of mankind? I include myself. I know that the earth is not flat but my feet are. I know that space is curved but my brain has been condoned by habit to grow in a straight line. What I call light is my own blend of darkness. What I call a view is my hand-painted trompe-l’oeil. I run after knowledge like a ferret down a ferret hole. My limitations, I call the boundaries of what can be known. I interpret the world by confusing other people’s psychology with my own. – Jeanette Winterson • O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in’t! – William Shakespeare • Of course there are worlds. Millions of them! Every star you see has worlds, and most of those you don’t see. – Isaac Asimov • On the return trip home, gazing through 240,000 miles of space toward the stars and the planet from which I had come, I suddenly experienced the universe as intelligent, loving, harmonious. – Edgar Mitchell • Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair. – Nicole Krauss • once you laugh at you own weaknesses, you can move forward. Comedy breaks down walls. It opens up people. If you’re good, you can fill up those openings with something positive. Mabye…….. combat some the ugliness in the world. – Goldie Hawn • Our shared world is humanly unquantifiable and ideologically confused. Which one of them is capable of implementing the most recognizable harm or good? – James Ellroy • Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • Pastries . . . can only be appreciated to the full extent of their subtlety when they are not eaten to assuage our hunger, when the orgy of their sugary sweetness is not destined to full some primary need but to coat our palate with all the benevolence of the world. – Muriel Barbery • Perhaps things are most beautiful when they are not quite real; when you look upon a scene as an outsider, and come to possess it in its entirety and forever; when you live in the present with the lucidity and feeling of memory; when, for want of connection, the world deepens and becomes art. – Mark Helprin • Power said to the world, “You are mine.” The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, “I am thine.” The world gave it the freedom of her house. – Rabindranath Tagore • Self respect, Colie. If you don’t have it, the world will walk all over you. – Sarah Dessen • She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go. – Gregory Maguire • So if the world hates us, we take courage that it hated Jesus first. If you’re wondering whether you’ll be safe, just look at what they did to Jesus and those who followed him. There are safer ways to live than by being a Christian. – Shane Claiborne • Socrates, indeed, when he was asked of what country he called himself, said, “Of the world”; for he considered himself an inhabitant and a citizen of the whole world. – Marcus Tullius Cicero • solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen. *** Here sitting on the world, she thought, for she could not shake herself free from the sense that everything this morning was happening for the first time, perhaps for the last time, as a traveller, even though he is half asleep, knows, looking out of the train window, that he must look now, for he will never see that town, or that mule-cart, or that woman at work in the fields, again. – Virginia Woolf • Some days,’ I say, ‘I feel like I don’t belong anywhere in that world. That world out there. ‘I point to Grant. ‘People walk down our street and people drive down it and people ride their bicycles down it and all of them, even the ones I know, could be from another planet. And I’m a visiting alien.’ And aliens don’t belong anywhere,’ Adam finishes for me, ‘except in their own little corners of the universe.’ Right,’ I say. ~pgs 57-58 Hattie and Adam on alienation – Ann M. Martin • Some people get where they hope to in this world. Most of us don’t. – James Agee • Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men. – John Knowles • Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Teachers, I believe, are the most responsible and important members of society because their professional efforts affect the fate of the earth.- Helen Caldicott • Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all the world. As a happy ending? As an ending. – Jeanette Winterson • That observation which is called knowledge of the world will be found much more frequently to make men cunning than good. – Samuel Johnson • That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good. – Sarah Dessen • The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed. – Charles Dickens • The future belongs to you. Should anyone insult you, tell yourself this: I am a child of destiny who will unite East and West and change the world. – Adeline Yen Mah • The future is unwritten. there are best case scenarios. There are worst-case scenarios. both of them are great fun to write about if you’ re a science fiction novelist, but neither of them ever happens in the real world. What happens in the real world is always a sideways-case scenario. World-changing marvels to us, are only wallpaper to our children. – Bruce Sterling • the future of the world lies with the yellow man and the brown man now that our erstwhile master, the white-skinned man, has wasted himself through buggery, cell phone usage, and drug abuse – Aravind Adiga • The love of a single heart can make a world of difference. – Immaculee Ilibagiza • The most beautiful highway in the world – Dave Pelzer • The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible. – Albert Einstein • The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world, you know, are just the things which no one can see.- Charles Kingsley • The new electronic independence re-creates the world in the image of a global village. – Marshall McLuhan • The New World Order that is in the making must focus on the creation of a world of democracy, peace and prosperity for all. – Nelson Mandela • The original, shimmering self gets buried so deep that most of us end up hardly living out of it at all. Instead we live out all the other selves, which we are constantly putting on and taking off like coats and hats against the world’s weather – Frederick Buechner • The point is… to live one’s life in the full complexity of what one is, which is something much darker, more contradictory, more of a maelstrom of impulses and passions, of cruelty, ecstacy, and madness, than is apparent to the civilized being who glides on the surface and fits smoothly into the world. – Thomas Nagel • The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love. – Jeanette Winterson • The problem of why God created the universe still troubles thinking men; but if we cannot know why, we can at least know that He did not bring His worlds into being to meet some unfulfilled need in Himself, as a man might build a house to shelter him against the winter cold or plant a field of corn to provide him with necessary food. The word ‘necessary’ is wholly foreign to God. – Aiden Wilson Tozer • The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. – Marcel Proust • The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.- Thomas Browne • The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world. – Anne Rice • The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • The three of them set out every morning on adventures of their own kind. Once, an elderly professor of literature, Mrs. Taggart’s friend, saw them on top of a pile in a junk yard, dismantling the carcass of an automobile. He stopped, shook his head and said to Francisco, ‘A young man of your position ought to spend his time in libraries, absorbing the culture of the world.’ ‘What do you think I’m doing?’ asked Francisco. – Ayn Rand • The whole point of Zen is to suspend the rules we have superimposed on things and to see the world as it is – Alan Watts • The world going insane and evil letting slip the birds of war is no excuse for sloppy vocabulary. – P. C. Cast • The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and there was no other in which we could take refuge. – Albert Camus • • The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it. – Albert Einstein • The world is a thing that a man must learn to despise, and even to neglect, before he can learn to reverence it, and work in it and for it.- Thomas Carlyle • The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive. – W. C. Fields • The world is God’s world, after all. – Charles Kingsley • The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story. – Byron Katie • The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. – Robert Louis Stevenson • The world is truly beautiful solely in the eyes of a true philosopher. – Kedar Joshi • The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense? – David Mitchell • The world remains ever the same. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • The world tilted slightly sideways. ‘I think I need to sit down.’ The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he’d already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded. – Tanya Huff • There are some people who will never understand what loyalty means. They could tell you what it was, of course, but they will never know.They will never see it from the inside. They couldn’t imagine a world where something like that was real. – Jim Butcher • There has yet to be a human to survive a span of history without at least one end of the world. – Jonathan Safran Foer • There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.- Jonathan Swift • There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world. – Sonya Sones • There’s too much love in the world. Sometimes I think that’s what heaven is—- a place where everybody’s happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever. – Gregory David Roberts • There’s got to be more to life than just living, Foyle said to the robot. “Then find it for yourself, sir. Don’t ask the world to stop moving because you have doubts.” “Why can’t we all move forward together?” “Because you’re all different. You’re not lemmings. Some must lead, and hope that the rest will follow.” “Who leads?” “The men who must… driven men, compelled men.” “Freak men.” “You’re all freaks, sir. But you always have been freaks. Life is a freak. That’s its hope and glory.” – Alfred Bester • These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It’s probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation. – Libba Bray • These stories seem at times to be stories of a long-lost world when the city of New York was still filled with a river light, when you heard the Benny Goodman quartets from a radio in the corner stationery store, and when almost everybody wore a hat. – John Cheever • This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper. – T. S. Eliot • This truth I firmly hold, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding; my life has been a gift, a blessing to the world. – Anthony de Mello • Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can’t even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things. – Haruki Murakami • To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail… failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion – Marcel Proust • To be simple is the best thing in the world. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars. – Dante Alighieri • To give someone a piece of your heart, is worth more than all the wealth in the world. – Michael Jackson • To realize that new world we must prefer the values of freedom and equality above all other values – above personal wealth, technical power and nationalism. – Herbert Read • Was the earth made to preserve a few covetous, proud men to live at ease, and for them to bag and barn up the treasures of the Earth from others, that these may beg or starve in a fruitful land; or was it made to preserve all her children? – Gerrard Winstanley • We are grateful to the Washington Post, the New York Times, Time Magazine and other great publications whose directors have attended our meetings and respected their promises of discretion for almost 40 years……It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supernational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national autodetermination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • We didn’t Make this World we’re just the Poor Fools who are living in it. – Michael Grant • We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it? – Kate DiCamillo • We went to the New York World’s Fair, saw what the past had been like, according to the Ford Motor Car Company and Walt Disney, saw what the future would be like, according to General Motors. And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. – Kurt Vonnegut • What a strange world we live in…Said Alice to the Queen of hearts – Lewis Carroll • What do believers in the Absolute mean by saving that their belief affords them comfort? They mean that since in the Absolute finite evil is ‘overruled’ already, we may, therefore, whenever we wish, treat the temporal as if it were potentially the eternal, be sure that we can trust its outcome, and, without sin, dismiss our fear and drop the worry of our finite responsibility. In short, they mean that we have a right ever and anon to take a moral holiday, to let the world wag in its own way, feeling that its issues are in better hands than ours and are none of our business. – William James • What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the World. – Albert Einstein • When it’s raining like this,” said Naoko, “it feels as if we’re the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us could stay together. – Haruki Murakami • When the world seems large and complex, we need to remember that great world ideals all begin in some home neighborhood. – Konrad Adenauer • When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oceans of the world. – Francesca Lia Block • With our thoughts we make the world. – Gautama Buddha • Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed. – Muriel Barbery • You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive? – Rumi • You can’t make flivers without steel – and you can’t make tragedies without social instability. The world’s stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get. They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death; they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers; they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they’re so conditioned that they pratically can’t help behaving as they ought to behave. – Aldous Huxley • You know what I noticed when I was with Jacob? In your world, people can reach each other in an instant. There’s the telephone, and the fax – and on the computer you can talk to someone all the way around the world. You’ve got people telling their secrets on TV talk shows, and magazines that publish pictures of movie stars trying to hide their homes. All those connections, but everyone there seems so lonely. – Jodi Picoult • You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect. – Hermann Hesse • You’ll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. – George Bernard Shaw • Your heart, Mary Karr, he’d say. His pen touched my sternum, and it felt for all the world like the point of a dull spear as he said, Your heart knows what your head don’t. Or won’t. – Mary Karr • You’re a poem?’ I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. ‘If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea.’ ‘Isn’t it hard to be three things at the same time?’ ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Enn.’ ‘So you are Enn,’ she said. ‘And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time? – Neil Gaiman • You’ve got to love yourself with all your short comings, and you’ve got to love the world no matter how bad it gets. – Joan Bauer

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