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Having failed, do you accept failure, saying only: Well, it is so. I will turn to other things? When night comes, do you accept the blackness of it, saying only: Well, it is so. I will turn and wait for morning? Or do you go on striving to light a candle against that dark however often the wind blows out the flame, however often the night returns?
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'But what am I to do?' cried the Prince.'What you feel you must,' said the Theel. 'That’s the only thing to do at any time.'
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They say the promise of a witch is like a plain woman, seldom remembered.
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Dust had dimmed only a fraction, not enough. Decay had brushed with its rotten fingers not nearly all it should. It was an enchanted sweet, stuck in the throat of time.
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Sickness, the serpent, is coming to bite you,Death, the old dark man, is coming to carry you off,Rest uneasy, you stinking carrion, on your gold beds.
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A few old men began to say there had been a winter like this when they were warriors, and that it was a year of catastrophe and disappointment. But old men will ever spin this wheel. The summers were always hotter and the winters colder in the days of their strength, and the air thick with epic drama and portent.
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Who knew? If the illusion is quite perfect, who is to say it is not real?
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'What’s Hell?' inquired Wild-Eye. 'You should visit before you pass judgement on a place. And have you never heard it said, the Dark One is a gentleman?'
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Somewhere in me was a rod of steel to which I clung. I’d had a vision, as good as any vision given to any poet, sage, or prophet in the past. I wasn’t elated, I wasn’t confident even, but somehow, I knew, and with the end of doubt had come the death of despair.
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Night, the dark widow, came walking on the hills.
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The sea was a phenomenon I had never clapped eyes on for myself, yet it seemed, from the tales, a destination ultimate and uncompromising. The ocean’s edge, the brink of the land; the lip of Chaos.
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There was no room in him for curiosity; The capacity for observation had long since starved on the aridness of his soul.
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Spells are words, and words are merely noises. You are the sorceress, not your instruction. Don’t limit yourself.
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Such an accusation is as stupid as it is absurd.
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Anyhow, I arrived, and I did feel pretty weird, actually, as if I’d left something behind. My head or something.
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The moon walks east of midnight,The sun walks west of noon.And though I love you, sweetheart,I will not sing your tune.
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He had been too near the hard facts of religions as a child to find it soothing.