Then a person has only one tale?” No, some have two or three separate ones or more, ” Fleet said. “Some people have many tales. Sometimes they are linked into one big tale, sometimes they are utterly distinct. Most people do not have one at all.
Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.
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Mitch Albom
There are always messages, even enigmas to be searched, mysteries to be solved in all of my books. I like to puzzle readers, but I do not make so to the point of being so complex that they will lose interest in the plot. And...
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Ana Claudia Antunes
Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We're in one, of course, but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and...
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J.r.r. Tolkien
The grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence. Many politicians promise green, green grass by blending niceties with delusion and by using alluring confidence tricks. They voice attractive tales and tell things, people like to hear. But the post-factual grassland often...
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Erik Pevernagie
Chilling Tales For Dark Nights, these people or let's say these team is trying to return the fear, the theater... Which so far is great to hear, acting in reading a story and everything one place, just awesome,
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Deyth Banger
More Quotes By Chris Wooding
But time has a way of stealthily deciding a person’s mind without her conscious knowledge, and as she studied and procrastinated, Poison found one day that she had come to know her choice.
Poison." he said, deadpan. "That's an unusual name to give your child. You must love her very much." She's a treasure." Bram agreed, blithely ignoing the sarcasm..... Then went a few dozen feet in silence, until they were out of eaarshor of the gaurd. She's...
The books were legends and tales, stories from all over the Realm. These she had devoured voraciously — so voraciously, in fact, that she started to become fatigued by them. It was possible to have too much of a good thing, she reflected. “ They’re...
The torturer was wheeling around the room, shrieking, holding his impaled hand, which had a pen sticking out of it. The guard by the door was in paroxysms of laughter. Frey had crumpled the confession into a ball and was trying to get it into...
Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison.
