I instantly thought of the Oliver Sachs classic 'The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat '
“Was she a fair maiden, attired in a blue dress with hair resembling sunlight?” He asked, vaguely remembering something like that on his last encounter with the Laichanan.
"It would be a shame to get his hopes up when he had already decided on the expected trajectory of his life."
Soon the aroma of roasting pork filled the air around them and he couldn’t help feeling satisfied by the eager looks on the faces of the starving children.
From the corners of his mind, somewhere far away from the memories playing out before him, horror was building up in Asher.
The problem was that her brain seemed to be moving much more slowly than usual, and the swift current of anger burbling beneath it seemed to be moving much faster.
Not a great problem to have.
The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was the fire, waving me good night.
“Perhaps this little one can track his kind better than any of us.”
"Nobody I'd trust more to murder a tree than him."
(This is a novel that is in the making.)"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHY IS THERE A RAT IN HIM?!"
The land began to change for the worse around them as they moved further north, following the Laichanan pup.
"Good liars make their lies sound like the truth, great liars use the truth to convey their lies."
from the the latest chapter of
"Have you ever thought that in your life? This life right now that you are living is a lie. Everything that you have been told throughout your life is not what it seems."
This line is so philosophical. It just interesting.
From the recent chapter of my novel:
The world is too small for the two of us; it always has been.
Binaria sunk below the East and that little pinprick was left alone in a gaping maw of nothingness.
And with the darkness came the horrors that roamed around in search of prey. Okarg knew that too well, he was one of the horrors.
She went inside, redressed into a comfy purple sweater and jeans, and headed out to meet Eileen and her friends at the Everoak Café and Inn.
She did appear comely enough to be so.
'Let me make it up to you, beautiful Margo of mine.’ And with that Eileen pulled her downwards and tried to kiss her.‘Gerroff me, you daft nesh. You’re totally scrambled.’