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Sukanya Venkatraghavan
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Magical Women
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2019
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4 editions
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Dark Things
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2016
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6 editions
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Review of Magical Women in Factor Daily
An anthology like this has been long overdue in India, one in which women writers tell their stories the way these should be told, the way they want it. New stories that celebrate them — reclaiming, retelling, recontextualising and recasting long-familiar tales and tropes in unfamiliar ways, and narrating new ones in ways that feel just right, focussing on no-so-familiar facets and perspectives of
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“The mirror sighed and spoke in a tone tinged with melancholy. Its language was old and not of any of the worlds known or unknown.
What you dream, what you darkly desire,
Find it by trial or by fire.
Seek it high and seek it low,
Search the skies or the realms below.
Look everywhere but beware,
The deepest magic, the strongest spell
Will not change what the stars foretell.”
― Dark Things
What you dream, what you darkly desire,
Find it by trial or by fire.
Seek it high and seek it low,
Search the skies or the realms below.
Look everywhere but beware,
The deepest magic, the strongest spell
Will not change what the stars foretell.”
― Dark Things
“If he slept, he dreamt of the woman with the icy white irises. She exploded planes, swallowed oceans and crumpled skies
in her palm in his dreams. Sometimes she and the green-eyed girl were one. At other times, the green-eyed girl was alone, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. At all times he could hear the woman’s cold, low laughter. It swept across his consciousness like a hailstorm.
When he woke up, he thought he was going mad.”
― Dark Things
in her palm in his dreams. Sometimes she and the green-eyed girl were one. At other times, the green-eyed girl was alone, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. At all times he could hear the woman’s cold, low laughter. It swept across his consciousness like a hailstorm.
When he woke up, he thought he was going mad.”
― Dark Things
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“Secrets are dark things. They don’t exist in the light. They
glow faintly in forgotten corners, in mysterious mind-nooks,
in lost memory maps. Secrets are the shadows of the soul.”
― Dark Things
glow faintly in forgotten corners, in mysterious mind-nooks,
in lost memory maps. Secrets are the shadows of the soul.”
― Dark Things
“If he slept, he dreamt of the woman with the icy white irises. She exploded planes, swallowed oceans and crumpled skies
in her palm in his dreams. Sometimes she and the green-eyed girl were one. At other times, the green-eyed girl was alone, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. At all times he could hear the woman’s cold, low laughter. It swept across his consciousness like a hailstorm.
When he woke up, he thought he was going mad.”
― Dark Things
in her palm in his dreams. Sometimes she and the green-eyed girl were one. At other times, the green-eyed girl was alone, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. At all times he could hear the woman’s cold, low laughter. It swept across his consciousness like a hailstorm.
When he woke up, he thought he was going mad.”
― Dark Things
“Every living soul in this universe should be given a chance at love – their personal shot at having the most powerful and
mysterious thing that ever existed. You could love forever, or your love could
burn short and bright for just a few moments in the history of
time. But however you did it, I supposed the idea was to make it count; to create a story worthy of a new fairytale, a poem,
or a new constellation that would wind itself into an infinite thread of light in your name. Maybe that was the whole point of love – to create an eternal story of your own.”
― Dark Things
mysterious thing that ever existed. You could love forever, or your love could
burn short and bright for just a few moments in the history of
time. But however you did it, I supposed the idea was to make it count; to create a story worthy of a new fairytale, a poem,
or a new constellation that would wind itself into an infinite thread of light in your name. Maybe that was the whole point of love – to create an eternal story of your own.”
― Dark Things
“The mirror sighed and spoke in a tone tinged with melancholy. Its language was old and not of any of the worlds known or unknown.
What you dream, what you darkly desire,
Find it by trial or by fire.
Seek it high and seek it low,
Search the skies or the realms below.
Look everywhere but beware,
The deepest magic, the strongest spell
Will not change what the stars foretell.”
― Dark Things
What you dream, what you darkly desire,
Find it by trial or by fire.
Seek it high and seek it low,
Search the skies or the realms below.
Look everywhere but beware,
The deepest magic, the strongest spell
Will not change what the stars foretell.”
― Dark Things
