#sorcer

Sometimes, reality is the illusion, and the truth only visible where our eyes can’t see.” - Lady Lalaigne ↗

— Jeanine Henning

#alchemy #fantasy-series #love #magic #nhakira

Did you recently turn into a jerk or have you been one since birth? ↗

— Priya Ardis

#coming-of-age #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales #merlin

Follow your heart, Ithilnin," Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#dark #elves #fantasy #heart #life

Marilynn...passed out black cases to everyone. I opened mine to find an iPad inside. Several candidates whistled. Despite my agitated state, it impressed me too. Maybe wizard school wasn’t going to be as lame as I had thought. “All of your schedules and assignments will be done on these,” Marilynn explained. “The whole school is on these. We’ve had them for awhile now. ↗

— Priya Ardis

#coming-of-age #digital-textbook #e-books #ebooks #fairy-tales

You are sweet to be so concerned over my love life, but I’ve decided only to date guys who have bigger swords than me. ↗

— Danielle Monsch

#paranormal-romance #sword-and-sorcery #dating

You’re here.” Of course I am, where else would I be? I thought…well, I wasn’t sure if this was our dream or just mine. It’s ours, Livvie, it’s ours. Always ours. ↗

— Felicia Tatum

#romance #sorcerers #dreams

The stranger was still smiling. He transformed himself into a rose bush and entwined me. My Christian education meant that ever since childhood I have had a horror of vice and it was not without a quite understandable terror that I discerned the pleasure I felt in the embrace of this vigorous bush whose branches gradually mingled with my limbs, my hair and my looks. When one of its flowers came apart in my mouth, I could feel myself grasping the sorcerer in my arms in my turn. He was transformed into a torrent, and I was a barge, into desert and I was smoke, into a car and I was a road, into a man and I was a woman. 'What we are doing is very wrong,' he said and was off. ↗

— Robert Desnos

#pleasure #possesssion #sorcerer #terror #vice

Swish and flick. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#sorcer #stone #harry-potter

It's been a long time since I've written old-fashioned sword and sorcery; I'm hoping it's like riding a bicycle. ↗

— Lynn Abbey

#bicycle #hoping #i #like #long

From: The Crown of Telus She opened her eyes, saw the crown sitting on her bedside table, and wished that it was all a dream. The crown of Trist was nothing special. It had no gemstones, no gold or silver filigree; instead it was simple, a metal circlet with four points and some inlay around a scratched and dented band. “It’s a working man’s crown,” she remembered her father holding the symbol of power out to her when she younger. “See the inlay? Three moons, one for each of our gods, over an oak which represents the mighty forests of the north, a shock of wheat for the Plainsmen to the south, a ship for the Gheltes to the west, and a hashap flower for the spice in the east. Nothing more. We don’t need anymore.” Tears welled in her eyes. A working man’s crown. Nothing fancy or bejeweled, a symbol of the power that guides the land and cares for its people. This was going to be the first day she wore it as queen. ↗

— William Laws

#fantasy-scifi #magic #swords-and-sorcery #dreams