Realm Of The Nymph Quotes

Are you saying you don’t want me, nymph? Because your pussy is calling you a liar.

Persephone to Hades You are the kindest thing that ever happened to me, even if that is not how our tale is told. When everyone else told me i was destined to be a forgotten nymph that nutured flowers and turn meadows gold, you saw that the ichor that resides in me demanded its own throne. You showed me how a love like ours can turn even the darkest, coldest realm into the happiest of homes.

foreign Tyrants and of Nymphs at home;   Here thou, great ANNA! whom three realms obey.   Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes Tea.   Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,   To taste awhile the pleasures of a Court; 10   In various talk th' instructive hours they past,   Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;   One speaks the glory of the British Queen,   And one describes a charming Indian screen;   A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; 15   At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

And as I reached the ticket attendant myself, I heard the Prince de Saxe (if this is who he really was) say with a smile: “I don’t know which number. My cousin told me I need only ask for her box.” He may well have been the Prince de Saxe; perhaps it was the Duchesse de Guermantes (and if it was, I would be able to see her living out one of the moments of her unimaginable life in her cousin’s box) that he saw in his mind’s eye when he used the words “my cousin told me I need only ask for her box,” and this feeling was so strong that his distinctive smiling gaze and the utter simplicity of his words caressed my heart (far more than any abstract reverie would have done) with the alternate intuitions of a possible happiness and a vague glamour. At least, by uttering these words to the ticket attendant, he opened up an ordinary evening in my everyday life to the possibility of entry into a new world: the corridor to which he was directed after he had mentioned the word “box” and into which he now turned was damp and cracked and seemed to lead to marine grottoes, to the mythological realm of the water nymphs.

So how do you see magic then?”“With my asper, I can see everything about a spell all at once. It’s like looking at a building and seeing through the walls to the beams and supports and wiring and pipes, the rooms and stairwells and attic and— and just everything. Nymphs can see all the parts of a spell, how they fit together, how they interact. I don’t always understand exactly how it works or all the constructs that comprise it, but I can see all its pieces.

I’ve been researching dark magic,” Tory said, subtle as a bull, like always. “Old magic. The kind that predates the Awakening of our kind.” “Si. The Nymphs have been servants of the dark for a long time,” Miguel said, nodding. “Though it was only ever called dark by your kind. At least it was once the shadows were tainted.” “Tainted how?” “La Princesa de las Sombras.” “English, please,” I grunted, and his eyes flicked to me, a flinch of fear coating my tongue as his emotions shifted once more. “Sorry.” Miguel dipped his head. “They were tainted by the Shadow Princess. Lavinia. When she was banished to their realm and her curse bled into it.” “So you’re saying that before she entered the shadow realm, things were different? How?” I asked. Miguel hesitated, fear and uncertainty wrapping around me like a silk glove stroking its way down my cheek. “I want to be honest with you,” he said. “But…there is more than just my life at stake here. There are others who I need to protect.” “Others who don’t wish to follow Lavinia?” Tory asked, scooting forward on her stool, and I could tell she’d guessed right by the shift in Miguel’s emotions. He nodded. “Do you swear you won’t hurt them? They have never hunted Fae, never stolen magic. The few of them who have any of your power were gifted it just as our kind were in the days of old. By willing Fae already at death’s door, those waiting to walk beyond the Veil, ready to part with their power.” I frowned, wondering why even a dying Fae would ever agree to a Nymph taking their magic from them, but Tory spoke before I could.

When danger through the realm may reach The Nargis Nymph allots to each A Talent for the Times