We are now left to choose between danger and regret, neither of which can restore the lives we have lost.
You can tease it’s mane all you like, but you can’t turn a house cat into a lion.
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.
It is madness. But sometimes, madness is the only path forward.
Neeta showed us there can be as much virtue in the things we do not do as on those we do.
…or perhaps about acknowledging that life is a delicate balance of great forces, and that good would lose its potency if there was no evil left to fight in the world.
You are too kind, and I am unused to it. For your own sake, do not stroke my misery. It knows not how to respond, but with a vicious bite.
It was one of those moments that no scientist can ever reduce to numbers, try as she might.
Paris shook his head.”Do you think I would teach just anyone to fight me to the death? I want you to be my wife. My one and only wife.
But are you not fond of me?” Paris looked up, his eyes full of reproach.”Fond of you? Myrina you are my queen. I want you more than I want life itself.
Fear not! I would rather tear the heart from your bosom than take your bow, for I believe you would miss it less.
Yes you may come.” Paris held up a hand to delay Myrina’s raptures. “But this time you will not be wearing my crown. You will be my slave, and believe me I shall enjoy ordering you around.
Ever since childhood, I’ve been interested in history and myth. Not just the facts and figures of the past, but everything that contributes to shape our perception of an age: architecture, art, literature and so forth.