I spent the last few weeks with flight attendants, witches, poets, zombies, dragons, girls falling in love... Here are some bits from my reading travels:
Landing by Emma Donoghue
“I miss all of you I know... and all of you I’ve never known, too.” This quote describes the feeling that fills my heart when distance and time stand between me and the man I love.
Witch & Wizard by Gabrielle Charbonnet and James Patterson
“They’re afraid of change, and we must change.
They’re afraid of the young, and we are the young.
They’re afraid of music, and music is our life.
They’re afraid of books, and knowledge, and ideas.
They’re most afraid of our magic.” Interesting… who would’ve known?
The Caldecott Chronicles by R.B. Bullet
“Could you spot the difference between, say, an undead and a drunkard exiting a public house during twilight hours?” Hm, I don’t know... Walking dead? Dead drunk walking? Tough to tell.
Witches Under Way by Debora Geary
“Words have power. And when you put them out there, it makes them real for other people, and maybe it changes the world a little… Or maybe it changes you.” A writer can only hope… and write on ;-)
Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden
“Don’t let ignorance win. Let love…” Short, powerful and true.
Eragon por Cristopher Paolini
“Ten presente que mucha gente ha muerto por sus creencias; en realidad es algo bastante común. El auténtico valor es vivir y sufrir por lo que uno cree.” And in English, “Keep in mind that many people have died for their beliefs; it’s actually quite common. The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe.” It remains true in both languages, doesn’t it?
Stacy is “Sharing the Love” with a giveaway that makes my witchy reader’s heart want to do a happy dance. Aren’t these bookmarks just precious?
So go on, my Wicked Darlings, stop by Magic Love Crow for a chance to win the ACEO bookmarks and many other lovely painted treasures. Stacy rocks!
Lastly, I wish to share William Blake’s “The Clod & the Pebble.” Wicked...
“Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.”
So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle’s feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
“Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.”