“Only Loki was not a fighter. Only Loki stood at the sides and laughed, a laughter more deadly to the self-important gods than any sword or spear. No wonder they had chained him.”
― M.D. Lachlan, quote from Wolfsangel
“What is your name?" she asked.
"Names are like clothes, lady. I have many."
"And which one do you wear tonight?"
The god smiled. She could see he liked her words. He pulled her to him, pressed his wolf lips to hers and said, "My name is Misery, and would you know yet more?"
"Yes," said the girl, breathing in his scent, the scent of something beautiful, strange and burned. "I would know more."
He flicked at her lips with his tongue and whispered, "So is yours.”
― M.D. Lachlan, quote from Wolfsangel
“There is a killer in every cowardly man, waiting for the right set of circumstances when the time has been drained of the possibility of reprisals and he feels free to act.”
― M.D. Lachlan, quote from Wolfsangel
“Само Локи стоеше отстрани и се смееше. Смехът му беше по-смъртоносен от меч или копие за самомнителните богове. Нямаше нищо чудно в това, че са го оковали.”
― M.D. Lachlan, quote from Wolfsangel
“Men who have never had to fight love a weapon. They love to hold it in their hands, feel its balance and speculate on the damage they might do, were they called to do it.”
― M.D. Lachlan, quote from Wolfsangel
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“She nods, turning the silver bangle around on her wrist.
“She came from some village north of here, a few hours away. She traveled all the way to the city just to…”
She trails off, feeling a lump grow in her throat.
“…to take you to that orphanage?” Sanjay finishes for her.
Asha nods.
“And she gave me this.”
She slides the bangle back on her wrist.
“They gave you everything they had to give,” Sanjay says. He reaches across the table for her hand. “So how do you feel, now that you know?”
Asha gazes out the window.
“I used to write these letters, when I was a little girl,” she says. “Letters to my mother, telling her what I was learning in school, who my friends were, the books I liked. I must have been about seven when I wrote the first one. I asked my dad to mail it, and I remember he got a really sad look in his eyes and he said,
‘I’m sorry, Asha, I don’t know where she is.’”
She turns back to face Sanjay.
“Then, as I got older, the letters changed. Instead of telling her about my life, I started asking all these questions. Was her hair curly? Did she like crossword puzzles? Why didn’t she keep me?”
Asha shakes her head.
“So many questions."
“And now, I know,” she continues. “I know where I came from, and I know I was loved. I know I’m a hell of a lot better off now than I would have been otherwise.”
She shrugs.
“And that’s enough for me. Some answers, I’ll just have to figure out on my own.”
She takes a deep breath.
“You know, I have her eyes.” Asha smiles, hers glistening now. She rests the back of her head on the booth.
“I wish there was some way to let them know I’m okay, without…intruding on their life.”
― Shilpi Somaya Gowda, quote from Secret Daughter
“He hooked the charm into place. “Only this star matters.” His thumb brushing over her inner wrist. “Should it be erased, no other has the right to live.”
― Nalini Singh, quote from Heart of Obsidian
“Pleasure from the senses seems like nectar at first, but it is bitter as poison in the end.”
― C. Rajagopalachari, quote from Mahabharata
“Too many people learn about war with no inconvenience to themselves. They read about Verdun or Stalingrad without comprehension, sitting in a comfortable armchair, with their feet beside the fire, preparing to go about their business the next day, as usual.
One should really read such accounts under compulsion, in discomfort, considering oneself fortunate not to be describing the events in a letter home, writing from a hole in the mud. One should read about war in the worst circumstances, when everything is going badly, remembering that the torments of peace are trivial, and not worth any white hairs. Nothing is really serious in the tranquility of peace; only an idiot could be really disturbed by a question of salary.
One should read about war standing up, late at night, when one is tired, as I am writing about it now, at dawn, while my asthma attack wears off. And even now, in my sleepless exhaustion, how gentle and easy peace seems!”
― quote from The Forgotten Soldier
“It gets too hot in there after a long test,” he told Ehren. “The air gets all squishy.” “It’s called humidity, Tavi,” Ehren said. “I haven’t slept in almost two days. It’s squishy.”
― Jim Butcher, quote from Academ's Fury
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