Book: Muse of Nightmares. Page 2

Many destinies are decided by those who cannot make decisions.

She watched, desired, and kept her hopes to herself, but no matter how gentle her character was, she was not a sissy.

- I'm not afraid of you.
- I'm afraid of myself.

There are guests who are honored to be invited, and there are those who believe that they are doing the honor by giving consent.

Even within her grief lived a spark of joy.

In one myth the word "sataz" was mentioned. The desire to possess what will never be yours. It meant a senseless, hopeless aspiration, like a beggar child dreaming of becoming a king, and took its origins from the tale of a young man who fell in love with the moon. Lazlo used to love the story, but now he hated it. The essence of the tale was resignation to the impossible, and he is no longer capable of it.

When Minya won the war - and Minya always won the war - she turned the playing board over so that all the figures flew in different directions, and the loser had to crawl on all fours, collecting them. It was important to her that the losers understood their position; sometimes this idea had to be conveyed to the opponent.

She is a ghost, and he is a god, and they kissed as if they had lost a dream and found it again.

She felt like air breathed into the darkness, only to breathe out like a song. She's dead, but she's music. She is rescued and frivolous.

There is always a place for new horrors. Now she knew it.