Wendy

“felt like an old candle that had sat forgotten on a shelf for years, frozen into the same lumpy awkward shape, dull with dust, but now here was the fire again, and I was softening and changing and finding I didn’t have to be that cold shape forever, and the wax was turning warm and bright again. He’d burn me away altogether before long, but it was worth it.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus

“If you’re sitting there saying, Oh, no, what a dreadful thing to tell children, then you can fuck off to Athens and enjoy their puke-inducing happily-ever-after stories where everyone prances joyfully off into the joyful sunset like demented morons. It is not a proper story unless everyone murders each other at the end.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring