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text 2014-06-26 10:26
Reading progress update: I've read 13%.
Lips Touch: Three Times - Jim Di Bartolo,Laini Taylor

"Kizzy wanted to be a woman who would dive off the prow of a sailboat into the sea, who would fall back in a tangle of sheets, laughing, and who could dance a tango, lazily stroke a leopard with her bare foot, freeze an enemy's blood with her eyes, make promises she couldn't possibly keep and then shift the world to keep them. She wanted to write memoirs and autograph them at a tiny bookshop in Rome, with a line of admirers snaking down a pink-lit alley. She wanted to make love on a balcony, ruin someone, trade in esoteric knowledge, watch strangers as coolly as a cat. She wanted to be inscrutable, have a drink named after her, a love song written for her, and a handsome adventurer's small airplane, champagne-christened Krizzy, which would vanish one day in a windstorm in Arabia so that she would have to mount a rescue operation involving camels and wear an indigo veil against the stinging sand, just like the nomads.

 

Kizzy wanted." 

 

Now I remember why I love reading Laini Taylor.

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photo 2014-06-02 13:39
On fantasy

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The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

 

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

 

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

 

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.

Source: www.georgerrmartin.com/about-george/on-writing-essays/on-fantasy-by-george-r-r-martin
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quote 2013-09-29 16:44
Bloody hell, woman, I'm not drunk. I'm asking you to marry me.

- Less Than a Gentleman, Kerrelyn Sparks

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