-If I were a monster, I would have let you drown back in the swamps. -And that’s the difference between us. You think one act of kindness, even self-serving, is enough to not make you one.
Mr. Rochester grunted. “Miss Eyre, listen to me. I believe there is a string below your rib, and it stretches across class and age to me, and it is attached beneath my rib. And if you find another suitable position, and leave me, you will pull it out. And I will bleed.
When you predict the future, when you do so strongly and you cling to it, how much of that future do you then cause to happen?
Their memories crowd the edges of my mind, the weight of them almost too much to bear. I want everything they want. I feel their aches and am made timid by their fears. I’m no longer a man, I’m a chorus.
Ethel took her hand. ‘You’re a good friend Alvie. Even without all the magic.’ Alvie squeezed back. ’You are too, Ethel. Even without the arm.’ The older woman’s eyes watered just a bit. ‘I think that, today that’s something I needed to hear’.
I’ve loved fairy tales and folktales since childhood, so I’ve read most of these stories, both the best and the worst, and the most known ones in their original, gruesome versions. Having so many to choose from, it’s obviously not an easy task to pick them through and chose ‘the best ones’.
Hazy Dell Press’s Monster Series is a series of five picture-books for young kids, aimed to entertain and educate through imaginative and colorful stories filled to the brim with monsters.
Obviously, most little girls don’t grow up believing that life is all dress-up heels, fairy godmothers, and Prince Charmings. But the princess fantasy is one that we don’t ever really give up.
Any decent human being, witch or otherwise, has the capacity to do good in this world. It’s merely a case of whether one chooses to do so.
It is said that far from the world of man, lies a cruel and mysterious forest. It lures in lost travelers with the promise of safety, only to devour them for all eternity.
I was introduced to Jessica Spotswood through her first anthology project A Tyranny of Petticoats, which featured 15 stories about badass women. I don’t remember much of it, but I know I gave it a 3/5 rating because the stories were good, but nothing special or memorable for me.
Notions of day and night no longer have any sense here. Only our brief moments of slumber allow us to mark our progress. As if everything in this world seemed continuous, permanent. For while there’s no cycle to form a rhythm in this subterranean universe, nothing here remains identical very long
Be careful to avoid the forest of dead wood where the hunter and his daughter live. They are vile and cruel and hate wolves! I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, so make sure to stay away from there!