Citations

“She had taught them to embrace the darkness, given them direction, trained them to be unafraid of their own woods, which they all carried inside their hearts,”

“…the magnetic nature of her eyes.”

“Danger. Everything about her spelled the kind of danger that could make order crumble.”

“Sometimes I pray for the living in me, and sometimes I pray for the dead.”

“Revenge has consumed every part of her that once held deep, soft love.”

“Nights filled with worship, holding each other like a prayer unspoken,”

“You prefer books to people. You are quiet. Always in contemplation,”

“She rises like the blood moon in a sky of a thousand stars bursting.”

“I was still Goddess, while they were simply nymphs.”

“You taught Gods how to dance to the songs of hell.”

“You, who wove stars into your hair as a girl, and equally let them freckle your skin, held the moon up as a looking-glass and bewitched existence for eternity.”

“She learned her alphablet from ghosts and heard bedtime stories from the decaying throats of the dead, and we all know what this kind of nurture does to a girl.”

“Nyx, daughter of mine, mother to both violent death and restful sleep, gentle dreams and putrid nightmares, home to all things both terrifying and glorious,”

As if whole fleets don't lie on the
sea floor, a testament to his fury.

Dans sa demeure de R'lyeh la morte, Cthulhu rêve et attend

"He was trying to buy more sand for his hourglass. I wasn't selling any."

"We both knew how this would end. Both of us would be looking at the same coffin lid. Just from different sides."

"It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead."

“Elle est en colère c'est tout. En deuil. C'est vieux comme le monde. Sidération, culpabilité, colère. La valse à trois temps. La danse de ceux qui restent.”

Do not unsheath me without reason. Do not wield me without valor

There's a monster at the end of this book. It's the blank page where the story ends and you're left alone with yourself and your thoughts

Medicine grew astronomically in both potency and cost. Poisons became delicacies for the rich, who served the antidotes as a show of wealth.

Red sky at night, sailor's delight
Red sky at morning, sailor's in mourning
Red sky at noon, sailor will find the World Edge soon
Then mourn

A single knock, but no one at the door. Ah, that wasn't a knock. That was it closing the door after it entered.

Some accuse me of being a bot, but I'm just like you. I move around so I don't get mossy. At night I go outside so the stars can look at me.