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21 " Like a kelpie the sunlight feigns innocence until it meets my skin, transforming into a sharp-toothed monster that tears away at my cold dead flesh. "
― Ilse V. Rensburg , Blood Sipper
22 " She is the perfect angel of death archetype, only now she is bleeding and beaten. "
― Ilse V. Rensburg , Time Torn (The Lost Days, #1)
23 " Perhaps I am overly sensitive to his actions, after all, he is a man before he is a monster, yet I cannot help feeling perturbed by the ivory points of his fangs which are on the verge of peaking past his fleshy lips. "
24 " The sky is diluted scarlet. It is an oddity, a noticeable wound in the fabric of our world. In specific areas, like Solange’s island, it stands out like a blooming flower in a dying garden. "
25 " Trying not to focus on the furious beating of my pulse as it bounces between my temples, even though the eurythmic beat is the only reason I can be sure I’m still alive. It gives me hope. Hope that somehow I’ve survived the bomb. I’ve survived the blinding white light of what came after and it gives me hope that I’ve found a way to evade death… "
26 " It is me. He knows it. The dollymop knows it. I know it. I am the problem. Soon I will be discovered and destroyed. I am in constant danger and yet, I am the danger... "
27 " I like it here,” she says, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. “The trees are dead but there is still magic in them. Can you feel it?”“Magic in words?” He asks, running his fingers along the spine of an old blue volume with gold edging. "
― Ilse V. Rensburg , Twisted Fate (The Lost Days, #2)
28 " He can see the three women in his mind's eye, so vivid and real. The young redhead with her plaited tails dancing around him as she wove the fates of all humanity, the dark-haired warrior measuring each weave and passing them on to her sister, Aisa who’s dainty fingers snipped and let fall the lives and dreams of men. "
29 " The effluvium of smoke from self-rolled cigarettes and burnt out cigars add to the gloomy ambience. Perhaps, this dinginess is one of the reasons I frequent the place as I do, though I doubt it. I am much too sinister for such simple reasoning. "
30 " For a reason, unbeknownst to me, I cannot help coveting those strange hooded eyes of hers - the black of her pupil enveloped by a whirlpool of forget me not blue. If I could catch her gaze once more, even if it is only to discern if she has been as unnerved by me as I have been by her... "
31 " Humans are untouchable in the eyes of the October House. Humankind is to be protected, at all costs. Anything or anyone who chooses to deviate from it is the enemy. Always. "
― Ilse V. Rensburg
32 " He'd come a rather long way to experience life within the beating heart of London. Now, stalking the streets of the Chapel, experimenting with how much such a heart can take before it stops beating altogether. "
33 " Who wants to read about the same old mundane human lifestyle over and over again? Wouldn’t you rather read a book about a fantastical creature than Cathy's office love affair? "
34 " Magic in words?” He asks, running his fingers along the spine of an old blue volume with gold edging. “I’ve never needed words so much before. I never knew what power they held having been written. I know of the power of thought and action. This magic is new to me, so perhaps you’re right. "
35 " He shuts his eyes. It was a mistake to open them. "
36 " Tilting his head back he gapes at the sky, a silent scream to the gods who turned him into this monster. "
37 " A lot of customers stare. Most of them are just there because the Inn is a hell of a lot cheaper than the pricey motels of Paris but others are civilians looking for monsters and think he might be one, while many are monsters thinking he might be a good snack... "
38 " She cackles. “What am I then? A Witch? How nice would that be?”“I think you could be, in your own way. Just ‘cause you aren’t out there riding brooms or casting spells with a wispy stick or willowy words doesn’t mean that you aren’t magical. "
39 " Nobody is born with a label. We’re made into what we are. "
40 " Enthusiasm is like a headache without the ache. It's a rush that starts at the heels of your feet and stretches to your ears before snapping back and leaving the space below your navel dancing. "