Eduardo

“I do not expect you to understand these things. Even my kindred gods barely manage to think more than a century ahead, and save Apollo their prophecies are flawed, crippingly naive. I am no prophet, but rather a scholar of all things, and it is clear that all things wither and change, even the harvest of Demeter's field. Long before the Titans wake, I foresee a time when the names of the gods - even great Zeus himself - are little more than jokes and children's rhymes. I see a world in which mortals make themselves gods in our places, elevate their own to our divine status - an astounding arrogance, a logical conclusion - though their gods will be vastly less skilled at the shaping of the weather.”
― Claire North, The Last Song of Penelope

“The trick, I find," muses Penelope, "to living with a pain that cannot be reconciled, a grief, or a fury, a rage that you think will burn you from the inside out, is not to dwell on all the reasons why your life has ended, but to wonder what it might become now. I am a widow queen. This is my trap, my curse. My power. My grief is a knife. My anger is cunning. Having been denied the purpose intended for me--to be a wife, a loving mother--my purpose is to be a queen, to serve not myself, but my kingdom. *Mine.* The land that is entrusted to *me.* Not to my husband's ghost. Not some... poet's picture of Odysseus. But to me. I will live and I will take all that has been put upon me and I will make of it something new. Something better.”
― Claire North, House of Odysseus

“People need vampires," she said. "They helps 'em remember what stakes and garlic are for.”
― Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum

“Nothing, I howl to the stars and the sun, to the endless night and cruel breaking day. There is nothing so dangerous as the need to be loved, as the desire to be seen, to be held, to be known in all your failings and loved despite them all. Nothing as heart-cracking, as soul-sheering as to love and be loved and be seen to laugh and seen to weep and known to be afraid and so away with it, let it be gone!”
― Claire North, The Last Song of Penelope