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74459f8
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She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.
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dance-with-dragons
death
dragons
dreams
epic-fantasy
fantasy
high-fantasy
lions
melisandre
other
series
song-of-ice-and-fire
wolves
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George R.R. Martin |
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d4e105e
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...Prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams... Prophecy will bite your prick off everytime,
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a-game-of-thrones
a-song-of-ice-and-fire
epic-fantasy
fantasy
george-rr-martin
grimdark
historical-fiction
middle-ages
political-fiction
politics
war
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George R.R. Martin |
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bb1d6bf
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The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. - Old Bear
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a-song-of-ice-and-fire
epic-fantasy
fiction
george-rr-martin
grimdark
middle-ages
politics
war
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George R.R. Martin |
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e7d3e07
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It was one thing to go into battle with friends, and another to perish alone and despised.
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a-song-of-ice-and-fire
epic-fantasy
game-of-thrones
george-rr-martin
grimdark
middle-ages
politics
war
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George R.R. Martin |
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76f1aee
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He said he'd heard the sound of one hand clapping. He said, once his mind took in the wondrous no-sound of holy oneness, the empty echo of eternal bliss, he was never the same. He could hear it still, he said, resounding in the ether and tickling the back of his brain. Something not normal was going on with his brain. No argument there.
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carlos-castaneda
epic-fantasy
hippies
magic
mysticism
new-age
paranormal-romance
tim-leary
zen
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Brenda Marie Smith |
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7d164bb
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...seeing everything, yet a part of nothing.
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a-song-of-ice-and-fire
epic-fantasy
game-of-thrones
george-rr-martin
grimdark
middle-ages
politics
war
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George R.R. Martin |
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3bafc77
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When longing overtook them, they drew together and made the most intense and tender love Sarah had ever known. She was a freshly exposed nerve in the bleeding heart of Christ. He was devout in his reverent passion as her healer. Their love was a hallelujah chorus, a quiet prayer of exaltation, a holy union in the moonlight before dawn. It was here in this crystalline space that Sarah and Johnny took each other the true way to God, or they found God in each other, whichever it was.
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carlos-castaneda
criminal-stalking
epic-fantasy
genre-bending
hippie-magic-gothic-horror
metaphysical-quest
paranormal-thriller
single-mother-in-peril
telepathic-dreaming
timothy-leary
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Brenda Marie Smith |
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3acc391
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With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the sun and moon cannot withhold the news of the second coming. I hear it. And I fear it.
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epic-fantasy
fantasy-fiction
fiction
light
moon
novel
sun
young-adult
young-adult-fiction
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Brian A. McBride |
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a0a3009
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"You can't work in the library without going into the Old Levels," said Mirelle somberly. "At least some of the time. I wouldn't be keen on going to some parts of the Library, myself." Lirael listened, wondering what they were talking about. The Great Library of the Clayr was enormous, but she had never heard of the Old Levels. She knew the general layout well. The Library was shaped like a nautilus shell, a continuous tunnel that wound down into the mountain in an ever-tightening spiral. This main spiral was an enormously long, twisting ramp that took you from the high reaches of the mountain down past the level of the valley floor, several thousand feet below. Off the main spiral, there were countless other corridors, rooms, halls, and strange chambers. Many were full of the Clayr's written records, mainly documenting the prophesies and visions of many generations of seers. But they also contained books and papers from all over the Kingdom. Books of magic and mystery, knowledge both ancient and new. Scrolls, maps, spells, recipes, inventories, stories, true tales, and Charter knew what else. In addition to all these written works, the Great Library also housed other things. There were old armories within it, containing weapons and armor that had not been used for centuries but still stayed bright and new. There were rooms full of odd paraphernalia that no one now knew how to use. There were chambers where dressmakers' dummies stood fully clothed, displaying the fashions of bygone Clayr or the wildly different costumes of the barbaric North. There were greenhouses tended by sendings, with Charter marks for light as bright as the sun. There were rooms of total darkness, swallowing up the light and anyone foolish enough to enter unprepared. Lirael had seen some of the Library, on carefully escorted excursions with the rest of her year gathering. She had always hankered to enter the doors they passed, to step across the red rope barriers that marked corridors or tunnels where only authorized librarians might pass."
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clayr-library
epic-fantasy
garth-nix
great-worldbuilding
high-fantasy
lirael
worldbuilding
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Garth Nix |