Book: Dreamer Strange

He was bewitched and he was on her side. When it came to the Barn, even the nightmares seemed like magic.

Their love story is not the only one that the gods put an end to, but the only one that put an end to the gods.

Do you think good people can't hate? Do you think good people don't kill? Good people do what bad people do. They just call it justice.

I am not a dream. I'm a nightmare.

What's the point of old age if you can't embarrass the young?

Ruby was hot and unstable, passion – but not cruelty. She wanted to kiss, not kill.

It's never too early to worry. Worry prompts action.

- Don't look at me like that.
- How?
- Like I'm a beautiful book that you're going to open and devour with your greedy crazy eyes.

Divinity, due to its great power, should be both beautiful and terrible.

Minu could be characterized in different ways: perverse, capricious, the most stubborn of them. She is like a wild animal, sometimes quiet, sometimes growling, always unwashed and with a striking lack of empathy inherent in murderers and young children. All attempts to educate her were met with firm disobedience. She was immune to praise, argument and shame, which meant she could not be seduced or persuaded, and she was also cunning, which made her difficult to deceive. Minya was uncontrollable, impeccably selfish, resentful and cunning. But what she has certainly never been is helpful.

They clothed their longing in cynicism, which is comparable to how darkness is clothed in laughter - for self-preservation, only more ugly. Thus, the children hardened themselves, deciding to respond to hatred with hatred.

And so they lived. Laughing at the dark moments The darker those, the more you need to laugh. With defiance, defiance, hysteria - as soon as possible.

"Revenge" must be pronounced through gritted teeth, splashing saliva, when the strings of the soul are so entangled in a thirst for revenge that they can no longer let it go, even if desired. If it is thirsty - really thirsty - then they say this word as if it is a beating heart, clenched in a fist, and blood flows down the arm, dripping from the elbow, but it is impossible to let it go.

- Woe to a race that consists only of men.
- This one hardly exists. Men have neither a uterus nor common sense.