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Michael Winter's fiction is a lot like hearing him talk about his life ... harrowing in an after-the-fact hilarious way. Full of wonder and mystery. A hangover you wouldn't miss for the world.
Wintery day,
On my horse
A frozen shadow.
Winter is a season we all wish to start and end soon.
In spiritual things, this world is all wintertime so long as the Saviour is away.
It's so hard to think in winter. The world seems confined in the space of your heart; you can't see beyond yourself.
spring From this
February dawn
frost on the path Where I paced all winter.
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
Gears of War: Exile was an unannounced game that I can't give any details about that has since been cancelled.
The life of man is a winter way.
In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Quoth the Raven," said a glitching voice from the phone.
"Nevermore," said the man.
"Then the game has started
He that passeth a winters day escapes an enemy.
Starks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field.
The seals that hold back night shall weaken, and in the heart of winter shall winter's heart be born amid the wailing of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth, for winter's heart shall ride a black horse, and the name of it is Death.
-from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon
Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
Winter is my favourite season.
There are moments in the middle of winter when all seems lost, and the darkness presses in like death, and everthing is cold, and I wake in the night shivering, and relive all I went through then.
My soul is in a state of perpetual Autumn.
In winter I like sprawling novels, full of conflict and intrigue, and during the bleakest, coldest days of December I holed up with Nicola Griffith 's Hild, a book of love and sex and war and religious upheaval, and I recommend it even over the warmest pair of Sorels.
invasion by night
In your winter you deny your spring,
Outside, the dark brushed the city and the wind unleashed the snow
Winter: It's not just a season, it's who we are.
The winter light, tinted by the bright colors in the street, plays on the go-board. All these festivities cut me off from the rest of the world. My loneliness is like a bolt of crimson silk stowed in the bottom of a wooden chest.
Ride of the Valkyries
Winter will be here soon.
Honest Winter, snow-clad, and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; But that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping gloom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honour of May how often has it robbed me of heart and hope?
November was here, and it frightened her because she knew what it brought - cold upon the valley like a coming death, glacial wind through the cracks between the cabin logs. But most of all, darkness. Darkness so complete
Getawayfrommeyoumiserablelittlecreep.
The Autumn Wind...
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
The winter drew on - a season as different from the summer in those northern latitudes, as if it belonged to another solar system. Cold and stormy, it is yet full of delight for all beings that can either romp, sleep, or think it through.
Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.
Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.
I have always hated the emptiness that winter brings, the blank landscape and the stark difference between sky and ground, the way it transforms trees into skeletons and the city into a wasteland. Maybe this winter I can be persuaded otherwise.
The last night of the year," Constanze said. "Now the days of winter begin and the Goblin King rides abroad, searching for his bride.
In the moment where my mind, body and soul are assaulted I know that I'll never be the same ever again. Braxxon has seized me and something tells me he isn't letting me go. Winter
San Francisco's winter is a season unto itself. Fleeting, rain-soaked, verdant, a brief period of shadows and renewal
Winter is where hope lies happy.
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
I wander forth this chill December dawn: John Frost and all his elves are out, I see, As busy as the elfin world can be, Clothing a world asleep with fleecy lawn.
Winter hurled more wind and rain at the city than it ever had before. Clouds dashed about in all directions emptying their thunder, hail and rain. The horizon was choked in fog.
The winter was blasting its cold winds of dire portent into the tender face of springtime.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
The Winter Shifter army rushed toward their opponents at full speed. A unified roar thundered over the field.
Deep in the winter plain, two armies Dig their machinery, to destroy each other. Men freeze and hunger. No one is given leave On either side, except the dead, and wounded.
A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter's tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcano's
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moonrise
Her voice fell still ...
Nothing can be as peaceful and endless as a long winter darkness, going on and on, like living in a tunnel where the dark sometimes deepens into night and sometimes eases to twilight, you're screened from everything, protected, even more alone than usual.
In November, at winter's gate, the stars are brittle. The sun is a sometime friend. And the world has tucked her children in, with a kiss on their heads, till spring.
The boys were going to a place that none had ever been before, to serve an order that had been the enemy of their kith and kin for thousands of years, yet Jon saw no tears, heard no wailing mothers. These are winter's people, [ ... ] tears freeze upon your cheeks where they come from.
Winter is winter.
When Love And Jealousy
Collide On The Slopes,
Winter Break Turns Deadly
Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Winter passed, spring arrived, hope faded.
In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.
Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ...
The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart
Winter gold: the sparrow's footprints in the snow.
Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell.
Winter trailed her fingers along her harness and sang to herself, The Earth is full tonight, tonight, and the wolves all howl, aa-ooooooooooh ...
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.
Fall arrived with its honey light and cool evenings, and the maple leaves brightened to match the reds and yellow of ripe apples. It was time to put away the bounty of the warm months for fortitude during the cold ones, as humans had done for centuries.
Frost is back - this is a brilliant read, I can't recommend it highly enough.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays?
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
Winter lingered so long in the lap of Spring that it occasioned a great deal of talk.
This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.
Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.
This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness
Winter is not a season, it's a celebration.
Now winter downs the dying of the year,
And night is all a settlement of snow;
From the soft street the rooms of houses show
A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,
Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin
And still allows some stirring down within.
Every year winter comes and every year we're shocked when it snows and people forget to put on their snow tires and someone falls through the ice. No one knows the exact hour of winter, but it always comes somewhere round the same time.
In your hands winter ...
The dead season when wolves live off the wind.
How like a winter hath my absence been
From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
What old December's bareness everywhere!
Words like 'unputdownable' and 'irresistible' are simply not enough for Cat Winters's In the Shadow of Blackbirds. Days after finishing this story, it remains the first thought I have in the morning, and the thing that haunts me until I sleep.
Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
My
emotional compass had vanished. I lost all sense of
direction, of time, of the sense of who I was. I don't know
when it began, or when it ended, but before I knew it I was
locked away, alone and numb in the endless winter of that
world of ice.
Do not despair, Lord Snow. Despair is a weapon of the enemy, whose name may not be spoken.
there is silence - the holy silence of winter, broken only by the pings of snowflakes meeting their siblings on the ground, and the soft shushing of the sleigh.
Displease the Winter King and we'll none of us see another spring.
I must return to the mountains-to Yosemite. I am told that the winter storms there will not be easily borne, but I am bewitched, enchanted, and tomorrow I must start for the great temple to listen to the winter songs and sermons preached and sung only there.
I'd thought there'd be no winter in the desert, but winter arrived anyway - silently, suddenly.
What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
The Winter Solstice is the time of ending and beginning, a powerful time
a time to contemplate your immortality. A time to forgive, to be forgiven, and to make a fresh start. A time to awaken.
Winter is the time of love and of taking the light within.
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.
Her soul was as cold as the air that bit through London in winter, her grief a shadow to the vengeance ...
I watch the springs, the summers, the autumns; And when comes the winter snow monotonous, I shut all the doors and shutters To build in the night my fairy palace.
Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.
All day the darkness and the cold
Upon my heart have lain
Like shadows on the winter sky
Like frost upon the pane
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic frankness of salt and snow.
A CHRISTMAS CAROL
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.
Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.