285 Quotes About Dark-fantasy

The bus rumbled away, its gleaming yellow body disappearing around a bend in the road, consumed by veiny crimson leaves that shrouded the trees like sweaters threaded with blood

Beeswax, with its subtle undertones of smoke and honey. The smell of ink on wet paper, the sickly-sweet smell of decay. The sweat of clean bodies, the scent of burnt gloves. She loved the crackle of the fire and the clang of the tools. She loved the magic of sweat-streaked alchemists who blew down metal pipes and created bubbles within molten glass. She loved the flawless final chapter, the glistening undulations as smooth as ice.

Lexi was older now than she'd been in kindergarten. Her brain functioned with more logic and less emotion. Gabriel knew it would be harder this time. Now Lexi had to make sense of things before she believed in them.

Zara listened intently, enjoying his insight, and appreciative of his openness, pleased that he felt comfortable enough to share his wants, and desires with her. Once they pulled up to the secluded, well-kept mansion, that was obviously from another time, he escorted her out of the car, and held her hand as they walked on the narrow red runner that covered the cobblestone path, and lead right up to the oversized red doors.

Hope is a burden I'm not sure I can bare anymore.

He blinked in surprise and was even more startled when the dragon mimicked the action, but did so sideways. A clear membrane coated its eye, then drew back to reveal hues infinitely more searing than before—so vibrant it was painful for Roger to look into them. Orange pulsating like a lava flow, yellow glistening brighter than a city made of gold, green flashing like St. Elmo’s fire. All these colors danced not a foot in front of Roger’s face, flickering within that gigantic orb...

There are more things in Heaven and earth..." Uncle Gryffyn muttered."Now ain't the time to be quotin' old Bill Shakes, guv," Bellows shot in.

It never settled her stomach to leave any kill behind.

After spending years in an asylum, admitting what she knew out loud seemed terrifying and dangerous.