Eclipse Of The Crown Quotes

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,   So do our minutes hasten to their end;   Each changing place with that which goes before,   In sequent toil all forwards do contend.   Nativity, once in the main of light,   Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,   Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,   And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.   Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth   And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,   Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,   And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:     And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.     Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

His hope was cold. Poisonous. Eclipsing. And he fed it anyway, the way someone feeds something out of habit simply because there is nothing else in their life worth growing.

I’ll never forget what burning roses look like. All those scarlet petals turning incandescent and furious. Like the last fl are of the sun before an eclipse swallows it from the sky.

All love is alike, knowing no season, sun, or clime, but that damn sun does represent lovers’ ever-changing time. Why does it rise to show lovers nothing lasts? Does it not see those lovers and think, ‘I can eclipse and darken them with a wink. I could kill all love by rising and sending them to their forlorn pasts. I can make them for each other pine, and wait and wait as I rise and set. HA! Buffoons, they are all mine. And every time I shine they owe me a debt.

He simply spoke to her, and she listened. “I am in love with you, Amma, utterly and unconditionally, until my last breath and beyond.

If only she could just stop being so wonderful for a moment, he could figure out exactly what to do with all of his feelings for her.

It may have not been in the way that humans were meant to, but he loved her.

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.

If the talisman weren’t inside me, we would be apart.” She was whispering, but the arcana still lingering under her skin made her voice thunderous. “I haven’t been able to separate myself from it because I don’t want to be separate from you.

She wore a dress of white satin, elegant and unusual in its simplicity, with no fussy ruffles and frills to distract from the lovely shape of her figure. Instead of wearing the traditional veil, she had drawn the sides of her hair up to the crown of her head and let the rest cascade down her back in long golden coils. Her only ornamentation was a tiara of graduated diamond stars, which Tom had sent upstairs that morning as a Christmas gift. The wealth of rose-cut gems glittered madly in the candlelight, but they couldn't eclipse her sparkling eyes and radiant face. She looked like a snow queen walking through a winter forest, too beautiful to be entirely human. And there he stood, with his heart in his fist.

Damien was stunned but not enough to let her nimble fingers slip away again. “It seems our morals have completely flipped.” Swiftly, he wrenched her arm up and pressed it against where her other hand lay on the bed. Releasing her neck, he caught both of her wrists together and trapped them in a more secure grip. “It’s your fault—you’ve made me wicked,” she said, and he thought he might die by her words alone.

The French Crown was brought into the pogroms later in the summer by the alarming “discovery” of a secret covenant between the Jews, the Muslims, and the lepers. The compact first came to light at the end of June, during a solar eclipse in Anjou and Touraine. For a period of four hours on the twenty-sixth, the afternoon sun appeared swollen and horribly engorged, as if bursting with blood; then, during the night, hideous black spots dimpled the moon, as if the craters on its acned face had turned inside out. Certain that the world was coming to end, the next morning the populace attacked the Jews. During the rampage, a copy of the secret covenant was discovered inside a casket in the home of a Jew named Bananias. Written in Hebrew and adorned with a gold seal weighing the equivalent of nineteen florins, the document was decorated with a carving of a Jew—though the figure could have been a Muslim—defecating into the face of the crucified Christ. On

Wendor shook his head. “No, friend Kagen, the Witch-king wants them there as guests and witnesses. Or, perhaps, accomplices. If they salute him as he dons the crown, then the Hakkian Empire becomes legal. Such a thing would turn the Witch-king from invading usurper to the true emperor in the west.” The doctor paused and sighed. “The world as we have always known it, my friend, is ending. The sun is setting, and we are likely to live the rest of our lives under the shadow of the eclipse.

The snake pulled back the curtain to the throne room and invited Eve to take a seat. Put on the crown. Pick up the scepter. Put on the cape. See how it feels to have power. See how feels to have a name. See how it feels to be in control! Eve swallowed the hook. The temptation to be like God eclipsed her view of God.

beautiful in its design, but grim in its existence.

The Grand Order of Dread, or GOoD, had since come to appreciate the art of documentation as failing to do so in the past lent itself to unmitigated disasters like Yvlcon two hundred and fifty-three when proper communication was not drafted and the meeting location turned out to be a direbadger mating ground

She had become used to forever-high darknesses and sourceless winds, but the screaming was new.

The carvings laid into the pillars were unsettling though hard to decipher in the moving light, an agonized face, a ribcage rent from its chest, a kicked puppy.

Kaz!” Amma pushed up onto her knees and threw her arms out. “Harlot!” Kaz bound toward Amma and wrapped long, spindly arms around her middle. Amma squeezed him back, tears in her eyes.

Amma, do you remember how you expertly gathered knowledge for us in Elderpass?” “Asking after gossip?” “Yes, that.

You’ve ruined me, Ammalie,” he said with a chuckle. “Enthralled me completely without even using magic.” She hummed a sweet sound then, the vibration of her throat tickling his fingers. Delight broke on her face under the moonlight—not terror nor disgust at hearing how he wanted her, but satisfaction. “Not true,” she said, trying to shake off his grip on her wrist as her smile turned playful, “if I had you enthralled, you would fuck me when I ask.

You’re really not going to trade me away? No matter what?” He scoffed. “Amma, I would sooner be cleaved in two than allow anyone to take you from me.

Damien,” she said, voice small, eyes wide. “I did something bad.” He swallowed. “You can’t say those words, not dressed like that.

Damien, come get in the bed, or we’re going to finish that conversation we were having in the tavern.” He hurried over and slipped under the blankets while she snickered into her pillow.

If that is what keeps us together, then be selfish,” he said, “but do not think I keep you around because of that talisman.” “But you always say—” “I say a lot of idiotic things,” he grumbled, grip on her wrist and jaw tightening. “What I mean is that I want to keep you, your body, your soul. I want every beat of your heart for my own, and I want to be consumed by you.

so I had to make friends.” “I’m sure you were quite good at that.” “Well, it wasn’t that difficult. Everyone here looks scary, but they’re really big softies.” She grinned. “Like someone else I know.” Damien chose to ignore that despite the tickle it inspired in his chest, just like he’d tried to ignore her assessment of how he had handled things with the dragon. Yes, of course, his deeds were very praise-worthy and wonderful and all those other good things, but the more honeyed her words went, the hotter his face became, and climbing out of the mountains the previous day had been fatiguing enough.

So, she would be razing the temple to the ground after all. They really should have been kind to him.

Amma gasped. “Really? We’re going to help them?” “Well, of bloody course we are, Amma.” Damien rubbed his face and groaned. “Now will someone please give me back my pants?

Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak His name? Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord. I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy Word. In the name of Christ the King, Who has purchased life for me, Through grace I’ll win the promised crown, Whate’er my cross shall be.

The Moon mounted the new day's sky, eclipsing the setting sun. The lunar orb that reigned over the land crowned the mountain range's peak like the tip of a sovereign's scepter.

Four hours and 39 minutes. It had been four fucking hours and 39 abhorrent minutes since he'd walked away from Amma, and that was too long.

[Amma] That reminds me of the other bad thing I did... [Damien] Please go on, in excruciating detail.