Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held. He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me. Let go of me! I yelled back. But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn?t in total danger of falling again. See, here?s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I?d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free. I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you." Then I plunged the stake into his chest. It wasn?t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. "That?s what I was supposed to say. . . he gasped out. Those were his last words.
[Love] [Death] [Blood] [Magic] [Richelle Mead] [Dimitri] [Promise] [Bridge] [Dhampir] [Strigoi] [Stake]
Magic Sandra?s seen a leprechaun, Eddie touched a troll, Laurie danced with witches once, Charlie found some goblins gold. Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf, But all the magic I have known I've had to make myself.
[Life] [Poem] [Magic] [Mermaid] [Shel Silverstein] [Witch] [Leprechaun] [Elf] [Goblin] [Troll] [Make Magic]
I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of syncronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.
[Magic] [Charles De Lint] [Syncronicity]
The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.
[Life] [Love] [Magic] [Purpose] [Deb Caletti] [Rain] [Surprise]
Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said:
[Magic] [Balance] [Shadows] [Roses] [Robin Mckinley] [Reassurance]