F.T. McKinstry Quotes

The gods cared nothing for those they touched. Especially war gods.
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Innocence crafts its own demise.
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Most humans know better than to cross a wizard. A cat does not care.
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Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.
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The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new moon settling onto his heart like a cloud of moths.
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When in doubt, follow the senses of beasts.
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If you are in doubt about what's balanced, look to the natural world. Animals know the right paths.
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My woman has a wandering eye;Yarrow, thyme and thorn.She eyes the ocean and the skyWhile stitching sails, forlorn.I got a kiss, and then a tearAs she bade me go;But on the waves, my heart's in fear:My woman's in the know.
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Springtime blooms the starry treeBearing fruit the mariners see.High by night and low by dawnThe silver apple guides us home.
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She held out her hands, cupped and holding a small plant.'The power to heal is the power to destroy,' she said with the faintest smile.
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Hemlock's attentions had not only healed Aelfric's body of its wounds but also given him curious sensitivity. Aside from the voice in his mind, he felt things in the natural surroundings: the presence of beasts, the whispers of trees to the overcast skies, anger in the earth and sea. Ravens followed him around as they did wolves. And he had developed a rough ability to see in the dark.
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The strongest and most mysterious weeds often have things to teach us.
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Lorth spoke a word and came into focus, though he had learned from experience that his features, the ghost-pale skin of a Northman with the gold-green eyes of a wolf, were almost as unnerving to a Tarthian as the shadowy form of a cloaking spell.
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Master of magic, god of war, Odin wanders alone.
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The forces of the sea give rise to imagination, which reflects them according to the nature and disposition of the perceiver. The sea itself is undifferentiated and without bias.
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Gardens are made of darkness and light entwined.
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The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable.
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In the calm, deep waters of the mind, the wolf waits.
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Love is whole. Love cannot be divided from itself. Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.
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Wizard is as wizard does.
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Melisande lay in bed in the loft of her cottage in Graebrok Forest north of Odr. Wide awake and blinking in the dark, she listened to the mice above her head. Nearly a moon past, her swordsman had repaired a crack in the eaves before returning to the towers and yards of Merhafr, the great port on the Njorth Sea, where he served as a King’s Ranger. His name was Othin, taken from a god of wisdom, trickery and war. What such a one knew of carpentry, well, that was open to question. But he knew other things. Nice things.
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Tortured Soul 101: The depth of despair one experiences during the creative process (as experienced say, in an abysmally blank page or canvas) is directly proportional to the scope and power of the work that emerges when it breaks.
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