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Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.
When I moved to Wales more than twenty years ago and began to research 'Here Be Dragons,' I was fascinated from the first by the Welsh medieval laws, by the discovery that women enjoyed a greater status in Wales than elsewhere in Europe.
You know nothing John Snow
the wildling Ygritte
I am the witch of my mystical world.
The great pagan world of which Egypt and Greece were the last living termsonce had a vast and perhaps perfect science of itsown, a science in terms of life. In our era this science crumbled into magic and charlatanry. But even wisdom crumbles.
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
Aelin of the wildfire.
Fantasy World {Couplet}
"I live in no fantasy world
as you unjustly claim,
so insult not my dragon
by proclaiming him an iguana,
or I'm gonna make it my quest
to stick my sword up your ass
and thusly achieve Nirvana.
A rare objectivity and insight can be imparted regarding this world's struggle for spiritual integrity. In the land of Faerie, the reader may see his small battles writ large in the wars of titans or elves and understand for the first time, his own worth.
The forest of Compiegne. Look at it. Like a kind grandmother dozing in her rocking chair. Old trees practicing curtsies in the wind because they still think Louis XIV is king.
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue
That strictly(and how)scienti fic land of supernod where freedom is compulsory and only man is god.
Dragons. A sky full of dragons.
for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above ground
for burned mermaids and sick vampire girls
for wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair
White marble bridges with dragons sleeping on the end-posts; paved courtyards replete with trees, each strung with twinkling silk lanterns in lieu of fruit; courtiers clothed in a myriad of jewel tones.
The fantasy world, the 'Game of Thrones' world, the forgotten realms worlds - they're the type of worlds I've always wanted to live in. Where vampires, dragons, dwarves and elves are real.
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
Eleutheria, the fire is burning. Eleutheria, the tables are turning.
I huffed my way across the room to stand before the sexy mage. "Come on, let's get this over with." Jacob snorted.
"That's what all the girls say to Louis."
Eve, Jaymin (2015-01-29). Dragon Marked: Supernatural Prison #1 (p. 346). . Kindle Edition.
The countryside they
A forest is mystery but the desert is truth. Life pared to the bone.
An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Mythological symbols touch and exhilarate centers of life beyond the reach of vocabularies of reason and coercion.
Now there is hardly anything but magic abroad before seven o'clock in the morning. Only the disciples of magic like getting their feet wet, and being furiously happy on an empty stomach.
It is a jungle where hierarchies of infinities tower like prehistoric beasts.
When the kingdom's people had stopped believing in the druids' deities they had not begun believing in nothing, they had begun believing in anything.
A speckled cat and a tame hare
Eat at my hearthstone
And sleep there;
And both look up to me alone
For learning and defence
As I look up to Providence.
Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.
Devic Magic
Woodland sprites, elves and nymphs
Waltz in time take a glimpse
Fairies hide the forest wit
Mushrooms fly, agarics hit
All that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men.
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
[never tickle a sleeping dragon]
Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.
Hither I come, From my airy home, Afar in the silver moon. Take the magic spell, And use it well, Or its power will vanish soon! And
In the Land of Ire, the belief in fairies, gnomes, ogres and monsters is all but dead; in the Land of Ind, it still flourishes in all the vigour of animism.
Leave city, leave reality; enter forest, enter fantasy!
Christians. They're determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones."
The Lady's face hardened. "This god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.
The forest is my loyal friend
A Delphic shrine to me.
Sometimes Drusilla forgot she was really there, a tangible creature and not some ghost of a memory, drifting about the world, only observing.
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.
Red serpents, fiery forms, and yelling hags, Fit company for mad adventurers.
Never comes the trader, never floats an European flag, -
Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the crag, -
Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree, -
Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea.
Once upon a time, there was a Magic Kingdom made of hopes and childhood fantasies. A timeless place where every land was filled with wonder. A place where everyone who entered its gates would be given the gift of the young at heart.
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees. Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
Religion is a wizard, a sibyl ... She faces the wreck of worlds, and prophesies restoration. She faces a sky blood-red with sunset colours that deepen into darkness, and prophesies dawn. She faces death, and prophesies life.
A radiant fellowship of the fallen.
Magic is the science of the jungle.
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
I address you all tonight for who you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers.
I am the Merlin, bane of the Vale, terror of the four lands. I am chaos and shadows, the last of my people.
What's this?" Primage Dur squinted at the glow of magic in the forest before them. Twelve shining warriors in red leather stood interspaced between a line of gnarled trees, blocking the advance of the Eld. "Who are they?"
"Dalh'reisen," Azurel hissed.
"Are they ... singing?
O wild, dark flower of woman, Deep rose of my desire, An Eastern wizard made you Of earth and stars and fire.
Medea and the sacred wolf, J. Malachi thought. Somebody help me, I'm going to rehab in a Greek myth.
In the river meadows, alders, brambles and wild vines formed a magical jungle, dappled with shimmering, greenish light and spangled with twirling forest particles. Marshy pools lay sparkling among the elderberries and leaning beeches.
In the land of wild rivers, a calm river becomes either a god or a devil!
I'm Galladon, from the sovereign realm of Duladel. I'm most recently from Elantris, land of sludge, insanity, and eternal perdition. Nice to meet you.
The Right Divine of Kings to govern wrong.
My mother was from the Fells, but I've never wanted to go. They say there are monsters there."
"There are monsters here, healer.
I really am a mystic. I don't know where I got it from.
A city that was to live by night after the wilderness had passed. A city that was to forge out of steel and blood-red neon its own peculiar wilderness.
Where shadows dim with shadows mate,
in caverns deep and dark.
Where old books dream of bygone days,
when they were wood and bark ...
Aristotle affirms that philosophy did not pass from Greece to Gaul, that is to the Druids, but was received from them.
I figure if someone calls something a 'Draugr,' people can figure out that it's a monster or some sort of mythic creature, and if they want to know more, there's plenty of information out there about those mythic creatures.
Where is the magic? In nature! Where is the magician? In nature? Who is the magician? The nature!
I met a travler from an ancient land.
To live in a realm wracked with chaos is to live with pain, anguishing memories, and trolls. But it is also means living with unicorns.
We spoke of those magic summer nights, looking out over the gulf of Castellammare, when the stars are mirrored in the sleeping sea, and how, lying on your back among the mastic trees, your spirit is lost in the whirling heavens, while the body braces itself, fearing the approach of demons.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
For the Celtic soul is the stronghold of dreams, of longings come down the dim paths of the ages; and within it there dwells a vague discontent, so that it must for ever go questing. And
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,
And they tell in a garland their loves and cares;
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers,
On its leaves a mystic language bears.
If you go to a desert, you will hear this mysterious voice: Be wise, protect your forests!
Come with me to the Winged Isle- Northern father's Western child Where the Dance of Ages is playing still through far marches of Acres Wild.
Mystery. The strangeness of place so necessary to some creative spirits. A perfect mixture of the classical utopia and the pagan mystery.
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
Scattered throughout, dwelling as they wish. Just as you are now free to roam where you wish." "I wish to roam home." Rhys
I emerged from the black oil pools in the forgotten house of dreams in the wild backcountry of the heart. I am heir to the sun, child of Mother Earth and the Mayan galaxy. All the mountain cures and healing waters and winds and junipers run deep in my bloodstream.
My native land is all lands,
In no particular direction.
My monastery is the solitary mountains,
In no particular place.
My family is all the beings of the six realms.
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
Monastic communities are to the great social community what the mistletoe is to the oak, what the wart is to the human body.
Now of old the name of that forest was Greenwood the Great, and its wide halls and aisles were the haunt of many beasts and of birds of bright song; and there was the realm of King Thranduil under the oak and the beech.
I, that used to figure Paradise
In the guise of a library
the wizard prison,
There is beauty and wild magic in the night.
The four Keltar Druids brought their wives and children. They breed like it's their personal mission to populate their country in case somebody attacks again, as if anybody wants the bloody place.
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb?
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will ...
Malina looked incredulous. "Are you anything more than a Druid?"
"Of course I am. I own this shop and I play a mean game of chess, and I've been told that I'm a frakkin' Cylon."
"What's a frakkin' Cylon?"
"I don't know, but it sounds really scary when you say it with a Polish Accent.
Sometimes I think it must have been nice to be alive in the days where everyone knew that Faerie existed. Sure, bands of angry humans sometimes tried to kill us with iron and fire, but nobody questioned where we wanted to celebrate the seasons.
Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.
Where are you from, Hadrian?" "Hintindar originally - a little village south of here in Rhenydd." "Originally? What's that supposed to mean? You got yourself born someplace else recently?
We must face ddestiny, not run from it.our destiny is our path that we must follow. -Cinderpelt
The magic of the craft has opened for me a world in which I shall confront, within two hours, the black dragons and the crowned crests of a coma of blue lightnings, and when night has fallen I, delivered, shall read my course in the starts.
A waste land lit by holy candles.
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Shameless, impudent, meddling females, who presumed to set at naught the Society's prohibition on women's magic, and duped the common people with their potions and cantrips!
Troll - in the dungeons - thought you ought to know.
God of wilderness, God of wildness, lead me to the quiet places of my soul. In stillness, in openness, may I find my strength.