January 2011
38 posts
Preludes and Nocturnes
CHORONZON: I am a dire world, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.
MORPHEUS: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.
CHORONZON: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.
MORPHEUS: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.
CHORONZON: I am a snake, spider-devouring, posion-toothed.
MORPHEUS: I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy footed.
CHORONZON: I am an anthrax, butcher, bacterium, warm-life destroying.
MORPHEUS: I am a world, space-floating, life nurturing.
CHORONZON: I am a nova, all-exploding... planet-cremating.
MORPHEUS: I am the Universe -- all things encompassing, all life embracing.
CHORONZON: I am Anti-Life, the Beast of Judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything. Sss. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?
MORPHEUS: I am hope.
“Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind
Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind
Now...”
– Elizabeth Hempstock casting a spell to Nobody Owens that makes him invisible - Graveyard Book (via portliver)
“It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great...”
– Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens (via toujoursgay)
“Rule number one: Don’t fuck with librarians.”
– Neil Gaiman (via rennyradical)
“The long-beaked white head shook from side to side, gravely. “It doesn’t matter...”
– Neil Gaiman, American Gods
“She was my dream; and if you touch a dream it vanishes, like a soap bubble.”
– Neil Gaiman, Looking For The Girl, Smoke and Mirrors (169)
Snow, Glass, Apples
a short story written for a benefit book, copyright Neil Gaiman, 1994
I do not know what manner of thing she is. None of us do. She killed her mother in the birthing, but that’s never enough to account for it.
They call me wise, but I am far from wise, for all that I foresaw fragments of it, frozen moments caught in pools of water or in the cold glass of my mirror. If I were wise I would not...
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman