Sewingdervish

“Maftyé sat in silence, the soles of his shoes resting on the dying logs. Through tiny reddened eyelids he gazed blankly at the fire. He seemed completely engrossed in the dancing and fluttering of the flames, in the gold at its centre, and in the little blue flamelets that raced to the ends of logs as if hoping to escape upwards into the smoke, then sinking back into the wood. Sometimes a little blue flame would shoot out sideways from a crack in the bark, as if deliberately blown out by someone inside, shrieking as it went and ending in a loud crackling and a scattering of sparks in every direction; then the log would split open and the gap grow into a pair of smiling lips around a mouth that opened to reveal a fiery hell. Or”
― Miklós Bánffy, The Enchanted Night: Selected Tales

“He sounds extraordinary, the old man says. It’s too bad you and I will not meet him in this world.”
― R.M. Romero, The Ghosts of Rose Hill

“The heroine is a healer.”
― Sarah Ramey, The Lady's Handbook for Her Mysterious Illness

“Loss, search, return. Descent, mystery, ascent. Destruction, gathering, rebirth.”
― Sarah Ramey, The Lady's Handbook for Her Mysterious Illness