Eva Vanrell > Quotes

“A warm bath is a wonderful place for heavy conversation.”
― Eva Vanrell, The Butterfly Crest

“The city rose out the ground beneath it like the first sparkling blossom in the fading winter snow. Here, the winter of death was past its zenith. Rather than an ending, it was the beginning of a life renewed—fragile and yet extraordinarily resilient.”
― Eva Vanrell, The Butterfly Crest

“After several moments, the darkness stirred. Beyond its obsidian surface, she could see the glimmer of stars and stellar flares of red fire burning through the darkness. Frozen clusters of water and gas swam across the current like astral fish with streaming tails of icy dust, and blooms of russet-colored nebulae drifted through the depths like jellyfish.”
― Eva Vanrell, The Butterfly Crest

“Death does not have the luxury of kindness.”
― Eva Vanrell, The Butterfly Crest

“He would bear the weight of the inevitable in the same stoic manner he had borne it before, etched indelibly into the infinite fabric of his immortal life.”
― Eva Vanrell, The Butterfly Crest

“To have a twin in Death was to share an unyielding and apathetic soul. Sleep survived Death's apathy only by virtue of his nature; endless intervals of sleep regenerated a bond that in any other instance would have been destroyed entirely—dispersing their elements into the Void; a god's true death.”
― Eva Vanrell, The Butterfly Crest

“Elena was able to watch as the world around her became fragmented, each piece quickly fading into darkness until they were suspended in time, held aloft by an umbral fabric woven in threads of adamant, gold and copper. If Elena turned her gaze just a fraction of an inch, the fabric disappeared completely. It formed the foundation from which the world around them rebuilt itself, one fragment at a time, until they were standing on solid ground.”
― Eva Vanrell, The Butterfly Crest

“He led them deep into the heart of the palace, to halls that were older and seemingly more esoteric than the ones before. No less whimsical, they reflected a much older race, a race of beings still closely tied to an ancient mysticism worshipped in earthen halls and temples befit of arcane rites.”
― Eva Vanrell