#chronicles

If citizens followed their leaders' example throughout history, the human race would have died out centuries ago. ↗

— Heather Brewer

#ninth-grade-slays #the-chronicles-of-vladimir-tod #vladimir-tod #race

I looked across the river to Manhattan. It was a great view. When Sadie and I had first arrived at Brooklyn House, Amos had told us that magicians tried to stay out of Manhattan. He said Manhattan had other problems--whatever that meant. And sometimes when I looked across the water, I could swear I was seeing things. Sadie laughed about it, but once I thought I saw a flying horse. Probably just the mansion's magic barriers causing optical illusions, but still, it was weird. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#kane-chronicles #illusion

In one word, it is called Politics. But if you see closely, it is called Religion and Faith ↗

— Rudra Kapalin

#horned-god #nahush #the-horned-god-chronicles #faith

It appears a bold thing to say so when one sees how much many a modern author who knows how to make a skilful use of the Book of Chronicles has to tell about the tabernacle. ↗

— Julius Wellhausen

#appears #author #bold #book #chronicles

I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted. "Oh, inocent love," she said even as she drank from me, "oh, innocent innocent love. ↗

— Anne Rice

#vampire-chronicles #vittorio-the-vampire #love

She notices the unyielding ruthlessness of the storm; the crashing waves, the bitter sky kissing the water on the horizon, the keening laments of the sharp, cutting wind, and the relentless liquid deliverance of its somber showers. She’ll never forgive the audacity of the storm’s neglect. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#phantom-universe #summer-chronicles #forgiveness

...I had stood outside of Poe's house on 3rd street, too, and had done the same thing, staring mournfully up at the windows. The city was like some uncarved block without any name or shape and it showed no favoritism. Everything was always new, always changing. It was never the same old crowd upon the streets. ↗

— Bob Dylan

#change

He grimaced at that, for he liked to believe he was master of his own fate. 'You think we should all rush madly down the paths of destiny?' 'I think, Lord, that when fate grips you, you do well to put reason aside. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#experience #fate #friendship #intuition #life

"Joss" "What?" "What?" Dylan asked back. "You just said my name." "No I didn't" "Sorry that was me." I sat up, banging my head on the roof. "Who is that?" "Hey, stay down here where the air is good, okay?" Dylan pulled me gently back down. "Hows your head?" "Not good, I think." "Um, okay, so you here me. Heather's right, you do think loud. I mean, I've never heard you before, but my Talent seems to be a lot more selective than her's. But now that she's got me turned in to you-" "Who are you?" "It's still me, Marshall. It's Dylan. I'm right here." "My name's Joel." "Joel?" "Joss, what are you talking about?" He took my face in his hands. "Who's Joel?" "The voice in my head, I guess." "Jesus. ↗

— Susan Bischoff

#chronicles #curfew #funny #heroes #susan

And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#the-chronicles-of-narnia #the-silver-chair #men