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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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death
fantasy
dreams
dance-with-dragons
high-fantasy
other
song-of-ice-and-fire
melisandre
wolves
epic-fantasy
dragons
lions
series
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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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war
politics
fantasy
political-fiction
a-game-of-thrones
a-song-of-ice-and-fire
george-rr-martin
grimdark
middle-ages
epic-fantasy
historical-fiction
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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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war
fiction
politics
a-song-of-ice-and-fire
george-rr-martin
grimdark
middle-ages
epic-fantasy
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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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war
politics
a-song-of-ice-and-fire
george-rr-martin
grimdark
game-of-thrones
middle-ages
epic-fantasy
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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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magic
tim-leary
carlos-castaneda
hippies
new-age
epic-fantasy
zen
paranormal-romance
mysticism
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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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war
politics
a-song-of-ice-and-fire
george-rr-martin
grimdark
game-of-thrones
middle-ages
epic-fantasy
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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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criminal-stalking
genre-bending
hippie-magic-gothic-horror
metaphysical-quest
single-mother-in-peril
telepathic-dreaming
timothy-leary
carlos-castaneda
paranormal-thriller
epic-fantasy
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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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young-adult
light
fiction
moon
epic-fantasy
sun
fantasy-fiction
young-adult-fiction
novel
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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
garth-nix
great-worldbuilding
lirael
worldbuilding
high-fantasy
epic-fantasy
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Garth Nix |