Mythical Creatures Quotes

“The usual warmth of his hands wasn’t there. They chilled my skin as they slipped to my waist, and I realized he was scared.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“The violence of nature masks the beauty and joy that hide just beneath the surface.”
― Jack Borden, The Lost City: An Epic YA Fantasy Novel

“A star becomes a sun, under the pressure of darkness.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“Realization hit his face like a bomb. His hand trembled on my cheek, and he looked down to the ground, no longer able to hold my gaze.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“she told me to be my own hero. Inside of all of us was the potential for greatness—all it took was a change in perspective. “You can burn brighter than they can, if you have too.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“For a second, fire flared inside of him, not like mine, but the fire of a man about to lose control.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“Do you want me?” he whispered. It was a simple but loaded question. The answer, like it could remove all anguish from the past few weeks, stood out in my head. “Yes.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“There are two types of men, Karolina. The ones who can admire the greatness of the little flower. Or the ones who try to control it.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“You can burn brighter than they can, if you have too.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“I had plans, Karolina, and I chose power over love.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“she told me to be my own hero. Inside of all of us was the potential for greatness—all it took was a change in perspective.”
― M. R. Noble a, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“I couldn’t remember a time when I felt the type of love Miruna had. Eternal love. The kind which keeps one going when one is ninety and alone.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“What follows is the first in a collection of tales, primarily of one tixie family, who recorded their exploits more than two thousand years ago. Originally written in their own language, these stories have been translated into modern English for the first time.”
― Jack Borden, The Vultures of Doom

“Writers have influenced thoughts, principals, viewpoints and experiences throughout history. A talented writer’s pen is anointed with magic!”
― C. Toni Graham, Crossroads and the Dominion of Four

“Out of the trees wild people stepped forth, gods Fauns and Satyrs and Dwarfs. Out of the river rose the river god with his Naiad daughters. And all these and all the beasts and birds in their different voices, low or high or thick or clear, replied:
"Hail, Aslan. We hear and obey. We are awake. We love. We think. We speak. We know.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

“The Dire Wolf killed the Jakes,” he said.
“Who’s this Dire Wolf?” I asked. Figured he was talking about someone he knew.
He spoke in a whisper, almost reverently. “The Dire Wolf is the curse of the Downstream People, the Arkansa. He is an evil spirit of the Quapaw.”
I sighed and shook my head, knowing how these old Indians liked to throw in a bunch of mythical tribal mumbo-jumbo and superstition to deflect blame from someone they knew. “Well, you know where I can find this Dire Wolf fella?” I asked.
“He cannot be found,” the old man said.
“Really. You have reason to believe he’s taken off to other parts?”
He said nothing for a full quarter minute, his black eyes intently on mine, searching. I could see contempt in them and a sadness. Made me nervous.
“No,” old Long Walker answered at last. “He has not departed. Now that he has awakened, he will kill again.”
― Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

“Never been around dogs much. My mom had a collie when I was a boy, but she was a gentle animal who stayed around the house, mostly. My father, and the men he knew, all had braces of big surly hunting dogs they used for going after wild hogs. The times he took me with him on those hunts, I was more afraid of those dogs than the feral hogs. Think they could sense it. Always felt like they would’ve taken the least opportunity to sink their teeth into me.”
― Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

“The Scriven men wore stack-heeled boots and pearl-studded evening coats; the ladies in their vast skirts looked like mythical creatures, half woman, half sofa.”
― Philip Reeve, Fever Crumb

“My dear Orga is here on my lap, sleeping blissfully after I spoilt her with the best cuts of meat from the café and a great deal of cream. Rose made several withering remarks about the devilish nature of faerie cats, as well as my indulgence of her, which he seemed to think a bit maudlin, and yet I saw that old hypocrite sneak her several morsels from his dinner plate when he thought I wasn't looking. Like Shadow, she has adopted a glamour here, and presently looks every bit the part of an ordinary mortal cat, apart from her eyes, which flask like gold coins.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“You don’t want them mindless. You want them mindful.”
― Medusa to her Seeker, 12/24/2024

“But before the sword could fall, there was a flash of black, a shadow rising from a hollow in the ground. Orga twined around Taran's feet, and he staggered, falling onto one knee. His sword sliced harmlessly through the air by Wendell's shoulder.
"What's this?" Taran demanded. Then, to my astonishment, he added in a tone of affection, "Betrayal? I kept this one fed during your absence, Prince. I have always liked cats. It seems she has changed her mind about me, though."
"Orga cares even less for my enemies than I do," Wendell said unevenly. "After this, you can expect her to spend the rest of her days orchestrating your demise.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“Each of the bears had eyes that glowed like embers of a fire, flickering with an intensity that was both wild and beautiful.
"Forest spirits," she breathed.
She'd read about them, in scholar Cypavia's Examinations of the Function of Forest Spirits in Fact and Fiction, and she knew they weren't technically spirits. Originally, their species was from the flying islands in the far western reaches of the empire. When their kind first floated down to the islands in the sea, they hid in the forests and were mistaken for ghosts. Later, when their connection to the trees was discovered, they became known colloquially as forest spirits or tree spirits.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“A unicorn stepped onto the path.
Kiela gasped.
Caz breathed, "Whoa."
It was like moonlit water, so bright that tears sprang into Kiela's eyes as she looked at it. Shaped like a dreamer's idea of a horse, the unicorn was slender and graceful--- closer to a line drawing than an in-the-flesh creature. Its neck curved like a wave, with its mane as the sea foam. The longer Kiela looked at it, the more she saw that it wasn't as white as the moon, it was iridescent, like mother-of-pearl, with purples and reds and blues that swirled through its silvery white hide. Its horn was a slender spiral of gold.
It regarded them with ocean-blue eyes.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“Fantasy Landslide by Stewart Stafford

I chased Silver Salmon gleam,
To where Ogre Battles rage,
Mad The Swine guided me to
A Black Queen Stone Cold age.

Seven Seas special brew no-go,
Fat Lover Boys Bit The Dust? Tragic!
Let the Fairy-Fellers take this
Invisible Man to A Kind of Magic.

Bohemian Champions Rock you,
To save your Ga Ga heart again,
To Live Forever? Yes, it’s All Worth It!
The Prophet’s Song flashes true again.

© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Forgiveness comes from within. If you have said and done things for which you cannot forgive yourself, then surely you are already judged. Why do you need God or anyone else to confirm what you already know? For the life of me, I cannot understand what nonsense goes through the heads of you mortals."
'Iblīs threw up his hands in annoyance, then turned and, muttering to himself, moved on.”
― Michael McGinty, My Digital Soul

“Settling in, Marin sailed away from the painted cliffs and the twin islands of the lovers. The wind was strong and steady, and the sun was warm on her silvery arms and cheeks. It caressed her as if welcoming her back from the rainbow shadows of the Painted Pass.
In the distance, she spotted a herd of merhorses. She watched them crest with the waves, sea spray flying from their manes as their tails propelled them through the water. It wasn’t every day one got to see a sea serpent, much less rescue one. She’d treasure this memory.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Sea of Charms

“I’d further explain we have fourteen rescued dragons in total. Those four Rhinoridges. An old mated pair of copper Sprinters, my parents’ first dragons and the catalyst for how they met. My girl Daphine, the only Ocean Swooper, a water dragon three times larger than your average Sprinter. Seven Skidders, who are wyverns, not dragons, but still tin plated. Thus, still in need of help when the whole group was found completely descaled and left for dead outside Hardsill, three hundred miles north of here.
And that’s the rescued dragons. We also have caves full of Feylings, bat-sized beauties who feast on bugs at night and dazzle the sky in twinkling light to attract said food source. We also have a school of wild Ocean Swoopers who Daphine sometimes swims with. And one grumpy enormous Tree Slinger, who hangs out in the woods farther inland and is smart enough to stay within the property.”
― Dana Swift, When Dealing With Dragons

“Ahead, she spotted the eastern gate to Alyssium. It was an archway of carved marble, decorated with the shapes of sea creatures. From a distance, she could see only the carving of a kraken with its tentacles wrapped around the arch, but closer, she spotted images of sea serpents, merhorses, mermaids, dolphins, sharks, schools of fish, lobsters, crabs, and coral, as well as hints of rarer animals: the seal cats of the northeast, the snake squid of the deeper regions, the deer of the keel forest, and the flower fish of the Anjanaz Reef who bloomed only in moonlight.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Sea of Charms

“Wind whistled in her ears and pulled at the silver ribbon in her hair but didn’t loosen it. She’d experimented a lot with the best knot for her hair ribbon and was rather proud of this one. It would stay.
Ahead, she spotted the eastern gate to Alyssium. It was an archway of carved marble, decorated with the shapes of sea creatures. From a distance, she could see only the carving of a kraken with its tentacles wrapped around the arch, but closer, she spotted images of sea serpents, merhorses, mermaids, dolphins, sharks, schools of fish, lobsters, crabs, and coral, as well as hints of rarer animals: the seal cats of the northeast, the snake squid of the deeper regions, the deer of the kelp forest, and the flower fish of the Anjanaz Reef who bloomed only in moonlight.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Sea of Charms

“If you’ve ever worked with large animals, you’d know that controlling them is not about physical size or force. It’s about intelligence. Work smarter, not harder, as the lecturers say. Even the smallest veterinarian can tip a sheep, compel a unicorn to move, or restrain a dragon inside a crush.”
― Keshe Chow, Strange Familiars