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1 " Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, The lady of situations.Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card, Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. "
― Robert McCammon , Swan Song
2 " Once upon a time, man had a love affair with fire. "
3 " Put one foot forward and the other will get you to where you are going~!" Bag Lady, Swan Song "
4 " ...the magic place of soul-soothing dreams, where the silken sheen of polished glass under soft lights made her think of how lovely Heaven was going to be. "
5 " This was a dank, sinister chill: the chill of shadows where poison toadstools grown, their ruddy colors beckoning a child to come, come take a taste of candy. "
6 " It is a contradiction this creek- a hundred thousand years old but renewed with each rainfall. "
7 " ...he was a scream wrapped up in straw, a little, weak, vicious thing gnashing inside a monstrous facade... "
8 " ...hot shouts of neon... "
9 " ...and his bones were a cage of ice. "
10 " for flatboat barges. They would talk about the day Swan met a boatload of survivors from the destroyed land that had been called Russia, and nobody could understand their language, but she talked to them and heard them through the miraculous jeweled ring of glass that "
11 " But Sister’s bag was there like a shield, and the dagger punched through but couldn’t penetrate a frozen turkey dinner. "
12 " clips, "
13 " large blue eyes "
14 " because their spirits were weak and their brains were corrupted by mental junk food. "
15 " Swan was approaching, trying to run but being thrown off balance by the weight of her head. "
16 " sometimes the imagination could be a useful place to hide in when the going got rough. "
17 " Her eyes found his. “Like the wind. Or a train’s whistle, way far off. Or thunder, long before you see the lightning. A lot of things.” “How long have you been able to hear it?” “Since I was a little girl.” Josh couldn’t help but smile. Swan misread it. “Are you making fun of me?” “No. Maybe ... I wish I could hear a sound like that. Do you know what it is?” “Yes,” Swan answered. “It’s death. "
18 " She recalled a glass angel in the window once—a powerful figure: the angel’s long hair was swept back like holy, glittering fire, "
19 " slime of DeLauren "
20 " Something inside her brain cracked like a funhouse mirror that existed only to reflect a distorted world, "