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Angela B. Chrysler QUOTES

1 " With mouths agape, they stared in awe at the floor of fire and wall of flame. Atop a horse of golden flames that whipped and licked the leather reins, untouched by the fire that twisted and burned, sat Heimdallr, guardian of the Bilrost. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Dolor and Shadow (Tales of the Drui #1)

2 " I should kill you,” Kallan whispered, “and watch your blood run with the cries of my people. If I kill you, all my troubles end. And I go home to Lorlenalin, my father’s death avenged. "

― Angela B. Chrysler

3 " In death we vanquished enemies,

In death, we slew our foes.

Blood soaked rage engulfed our blades,

When blood lust took its hold.

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In death, a darkness troubled one,

In death, concealed, undone.

Deep in darkness dragons wait,

When blood would set the sun.

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In death, we glorified his name.

In death, we saw too late,

When drink, to him, we raised in praise,

The dragon sealed his fate.

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In death, we lived. In death, we fought.

In death, we grew to hate.

In death, the blackened wraith released,

The blinded shade beneath.

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In death, his darkened eyes grew dim.

In death, his mind was lost within.

With blackened eyes, he slew his kin,

In death, we lost to him.

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In death, I took up sword and slew.

In death, the dragon’s wrath ensued.

We had no choice. The dragon fumed.

In death, he was consumed.

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In death, our brother’s blood deplored,

In death, our brother, did I gore,

When I rose up and killed one more.

His blood ensconced my sword.

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From death, his mutterings are weak.

From death, his voice, to me, it speaks.

Entombed within my brother’s keep,

Revived in death, he sleeps. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Dolor and Shadow (Tales of the Drui #1)

4 " Think back to the oldest era your mind can fathom, back beyond everything we can remember, when gods were still men who had not yet lived the deeds that would deify them. "

― Angela B. Chrysler

5 " Don’t open the door,” Angel said. “Not for anyone. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

6 " I devoured books, drank words, studied everything I could get my hands onto. I bounced between music, logic, theology, history, literature, and art. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

7 " I am aware of my alternate worlds,” I said. “I am aware that I may have bits of my personality organized into neat little packages called Ian, Angel, and Erik. And the psycho addiction I have to my cats... "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

8 " Between that weekend and my father, I would never willingly accept another gift from anyone ever again. Gifts were a unique branch of manipulation used to provoke guilt. I hate receiving gifts. A gift is owed debt and I had a back log. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

9 " I remember dying a slow, painful death, the kind that leaves you hating the world. I was like a worm. I wove myself a cocoon of dragon scales and there I stayed. ... I shunned emotion, hated all, and embraced logic. I was cold and callous. I had given up. While the trees withered and died, so did I. I turned my heart to stone that autumn. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

10 " I had learned to love smiling. I smiled, made eye contact. I was sincere. I still am. I had no qualms looking someone in the eye, smiling, and saying, “Hi. I like you.” It was my way of branding them “friend.” It’s something I practice to this day. If I love someone, I waste no time in telling them. Life is too short. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

11 " Dancing had sculpted my body into an 80-pound solid mass of muscle, and the endorphins, dopamine, and serotonin fueled my permanent state of genuine happiness. Truth is, I was so relieved to be away from Scott that I couldn’t help but smile. It became my habit, my MO, I simply fell in love with smiling and laughter, and once I had reason enough to be happy, I couldn’t stop. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

12 " A person is not defined by their choices when the world is right, but by their choices when the world goes wrong. ... I think this is what Richard taught me. Shaun taught me to fight. Piss-ant taught me standards. Joe taught me endurance. Scott taught me to persevere and keep a cool head. Richard taught me to own my choices, good or bad. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

13 " Two weeks before Christmas, Richard developed a strong belief that if he couldn’t sleep, then I shouldn’t sleep. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

14 " ...I had dragons sleeping within,” I said. “Dragons I didn’t know were there. And nothing awakens a sleeping dragon more like happiness and all things good. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

15 " I remembered. I had thrown it away all those years ago when I closed the lid of my piano and walked away. Music had been the largest line that tethered me to my pain and the first of the lines I killed to ease the hurt. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

16 " My music had been my solace and I lived without it for ten years. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

17 " In trying to determine where that breaking point was, they actually toughened me up for anything they could dish out and I learned to loosen up and take it. I learned to ease up and laugh.
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They taught me to truly throw my head back, laugh, and enjoy life. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

18 " I slid back into my mind and slid once more to my worlds. The wind and the green of Ireland flooded back to me and the clouds moved in from the sea. I threw my head back to the skies and smiled. I could hear the stream nearby and wasted no time seeking it out. She called to me and I listened. I found the stream and I followed through the wood. How I missed my forest, my cottage, my realm. How I wished for nothing else, but to stay there until I died. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

19 " I stood in my room. I shifted my feet on the white marble. Sunlight poured into the room like a golden waterfall. I looked behind me. The two cat statues of black onyx flanked the door. The bed was made up with a silk sheet. The water fall shower fell from the ceiling into the pool. It all was still here. The white gauze curtain swayed in the window and I grinned. I could not help but grin. I entered the balcony and looked down at the river that fell into the ravine. As always, I could jump and I would land in the pool below. I could smell the earth and the green. I could feel the wind and the spray of mist carried on the breeze like never before. It was real. I could touch it.And I knew, beyond the trees was my cottage and stream. "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken

20 " That child would forever play in the gardens and dance with the rain. The child who would bury her face into lilacs and roses and blooms of hyacinth, and breathe in their sweet perfumes. She could ride on the wind and bathe in the stars. She who danced beneath the moon hearing music of her own as she ran through the shadows of the forest. The same child who scaled barefoot the cliffs of her glen and stripped her clothes off to stand naked in the rain while she gazed out over the waterfalls. (c) "

― Angela B. Chrysler , Broken