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Holding fantasy to our chests only means our hands are not free to work.

My life of sin among people I'm sure he thinks are deviants is happier and more honest that his oppressive, sexist cesspool.

Reciting from rote seems a terrible way to honor the gods and a precise killing of the power of the words.

When I lay down on my deathbed, I want to know that I have done all I could to be a first rate human, not a third rate pawn of the gods.

American culture enforces such rigid gender roles for male friendships that they are gay unless they materially resemble a beer commercial.

She had not been the sort to have cared about the naming of things that existed well without it ...

Ghosts are some of the loneliest people you will ever meet.

I miss more loving someone so deeply that I can't imagine a forever without her kisses.

We're all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don't die.

Once everyone thought you were crazy, they ignored you even when you told the truth.

Like chocolate, she craved sleep and it made her life brighter, but she could do without.

Her beauty was enough to get her into most any situation she desired and her tongue - sharp and venomous - was enough to get her out again.

The flick of her hip is distilled erotica, a practiced sexuality.

Opening her mouth to take a bite seemed forward. Chewing? Obscene. Mutual mastication was out of the question.

Love can blind you more than a gunshot.

I'm a holiday Christian at best and I'd never given much thought to demons. They were an adult version of the boogieman hiding in every kid's closet.

In this decaying world, these moments with her help keep me sane.

There was a charm in being reborn into the world when one was old enough to appreciate it.

Paganism is the default of most children, since they excel at magical thinking.

Loving her has become a part of my religion, a gentle mantra with every beating of my heart. I cannot imagine its Ragnarok without wilting.

Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

Nature was beautiful and filled with spirituality without needing to be likewise full of spirits.

It seemed inequitable at best that one could and did gain a reputation for things that left one both physically and emotionally unsatisfied.

Those who mouth your sacred words with an accent you deem wrong annoy you more than those speaking something you cannot understand.

None of us just pop into the world fully formed, so it's the little facts that make us.

Like any man, he had no real protection from an unsolicited kiss from a pretty woman, even one he had just murdered.

If he had to spend the evening with madwomen, he would prefer at least one of them be willing to let him grope her.

Ethically, she couldn't cause the suffering of any living thing. Logically, bacon cheeseburgers were delicious.

If I can alter my perception of the reality, I can change the reality itself.

Words could be quite enough for magic to occur, when the night was warm enough and the moon waxing.

I do not want to credit my life to spells and rituals, cushioning me from the consequences of living.

We paw at nostalgia even before we hit twenty, wanting a holiday that never happened, a wholesomeness that could not survive in the wild.

If you knew the mercy I am showing by not dismembering you where you stand for getting in my way, you would not stop thanking me.

Disbelief is the strongest tool in our arsenal.

Take it with a whole shaker of salt, a grain won't be close to enough.

He seemed like the sort to have a vast arsenal of smirks, shaped over a decade of nonverbal conversation.

She had seen this relationship dying before it ever lived, but allowed optimism and lust to blind her.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

I mean every word of my divine chaos.

Love could not save her from the bargains others had made.

Grammar is like your overarching compulsion. It's math with words.

I cannot think who my residents hurt but how I can give them tools to remain on the right side of civilization.

I could either succumb to the nightmares I've raised or paint them.

She hated anyone who clung to the supernatural when the natural was perfectly serviceable.

Roselyn lost her taste for bacon momentarily, which was as long as she was ever capable of losing it.

She could never understand why creatures of darkness had the slightest interest in spineless human girls.

It was inelegant, but what was not when taking a hostage?

Every weekend, I fall in love again. By Sunday, the last thing I want to do is let her go, release her back into the cold water of life.

No divinity worth His salt could be contained in a book.

If she had some level of theism, we might have a shared theological root from which I could shape holy words.

Despite what novels implied, vampirism did not make stalking sexy.

All this electromagnetic pollution in the air from the Internet and cell phones, it cuts you off from God.

Mythology was littered with people who meddled in the affairs of elves and fairies and were never again heard from.

Roselyn adored the scent of sex, the wafting aroma of angel fontanels before they earn their halos.

Roselynn appraised Shane as she would an interesting rock, saying nothing. However, Roselynn was the sort much enamored of rocks.

It's hard to stay upset over someone else's happy ending.

There is little worse than when the person to whom you want to apologize is having great sex in your room.

You get a few of them together and don't be surprised if pipes and drums appear out of nowhere. It is a sort of magic people believe in ...

Sex is usually cleaner than a blood sacrifice.

Magic has its own weight, and that weight, the gravity of it, is pulling the fabric of reality like a bowling ball on a spandex sheet.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

As he had kissed her neck, she could not repress the feeling she was a lamb making time with a wolf.

His mind was a tapestry constantly weaving and unweaving with the dedication of Penelope for her Odysseus.

Time owed an alliance to the undying.

Everyone you meet is an aspect of the gods and has a lesson to teach you.

Our brains want God even as our minds debunk the divine.

Magick need not be a crutch, but it is hard to argue that anything you lean on in lieu of building your own strength weakens resolve.

We can mourn and grieve and will face innumerable sunsets without him. But we will still face the sunsets.

He forestalls death with an orange pill bottle, just a few more weeks, fifty pills at a time.

People who believe their god loves them unconditionally are less able to be controlled through divine terrorism.

We are left at the brink of our future each day and the only real choice we have is not to jump but instead make our path through the briar.

Most of the time, all the separates a class president and a gang leader is numbers: a zip code, a paycheck, or a drug dealer's phone number.

If superstition could contradict science, the world may as well be on the back of a turtle. But giving into turtle worship was a bridge too far.

If you get enough people believing one thing, it's like reality bends itself to allow that to exist.

... He sounded as though he had just seen The Pokey Little Puppy meet the business end of The Little Engine That Could.

They tell me how they are not scared to die, but they are terrified of the lives circumstance forces them to lead.

I know a great number of things, though never all at once or for very long.

Do you want me because you love me or because I provide you normality drag?

Magic was not in glitter and sparks. Real magic didn't need to be.

She harbored the childhood presumption that the truly scary things could only find her in the night.

Eating should be an act of physical necessity or emotional joy, not something to alleviate boredom.

It is hard to truly commune with the recently departed when carrying a plastic bag of dog feces.

For most, ghost hunting was a few steps escalated from telling scary stories around a campfire.

The seed of an urban legend find fertile soil at the corner of tragedy and imagination.

Angels are just beyond us. They're creatures that biology doesn't apply to. They don't love humanity at all. They just love God.

There's always someone stumbling upon the weird and thinking they are the first.

The Hermit is an important tarot card with much to tell us, but he tends not to be so welcome around the bonfire.

Most magick I have experienced can be written off as a stew of psychology and coincidence, and I truly believe this is where magick is best worked.

She mourned the history that the invisible intruder had erased, but not enough that she would spend a second more of her future feeling the emptiness.

[H]er retaliation only made the sin the greater because she could not find words to confess.

You were abducted by space aliens. Of course you want egg rolls.

Within you, within all human beings, is a seed of greatness that makes their kind quake with fear.

She could not trust people who wore all their "weird" on the outside. It left so little within to discover.

I summon worlds into existence employing nothing but ink and paper.

Any divinity that can't see me as a good witch in street clothes has no business hanging up a shingle as a god.

Aw, so he used you as a penis cozy and then left? Guys are pigs.

You will find that we simply provided the noose. You built the gallows, mounted the steps, put your neck in the rope, and jumped.

Reason had no place to crash once Emotion came to town.

As long as she persisted in her belief that bafflement justified her actions, she felt confident no one would contradict her.

The gods preferring their libations diluted with rainwater and mixed with freshly cut grass.