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'Christ, Dresden! You almost got me killed!' 'Don't be a baby. You're fine.' Thomas frowned at me. 'You at least could have told me!' 'I did tell you,' I said. 'I told you at Mac's that I'd give you a ride home, but that I had to run an errand first.' Thomas scowled. 'An errand is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is not getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo.' " - Harry Dresden & Thomas Raith, Blood Rites, Jim Butcher ↗
The cord, a familiar voice said. Remember your lifeline, dummy! Suddenly there was a tug in my lower back. The current pulled at me, but it wasn't carrying me away anymore. I imagined the string in my back keeping me tied to the shore. "Hold on, Seaweed Brain." It was Annabeth's voice, much clearer now. "You're not getting away from me that easily." The cord strengthened. I could see Annabeth now- standing barefoot above me on the canoe lake pier. I'd fallen out of my canoe. That was it. She was reaching out her hand to haul me up, and she was trying not to laugh. She wore her orange camp T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was tucked up in her Yankees cap, which was strange because that should have made her invisible. "You are such an idiot sometimes." She smiled. "Come on. Take my hand." Memories came flooding back to me- sharper and more colorful. I stopped dissolving. My name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth's hand. ↗
I don't believe in the kind of magic in my books. But I do believe something very magical can happen when you read a good book. ↗
#magic #magic-books #read
A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination. ↗
#healing #heart #imaginary-friend #imagination #inspirational
In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that's continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line. ↗
Whatever truth we feel compelled to withhold, no matter how unthinkable it is to imagine ourselves telling it, not to is a way of spiritually holding our breath. You can only do it for so long. ↗