April 2013
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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next...
– T.S. Eliot
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July 2012
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April 2012
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March 2012
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February 2012
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Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood.
– Jane Yolen
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Game of Thrones valentine cards
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A writer never has a vacation. For a writer life consists of either writing or...
– (via amandaonwriting)
January 2012
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Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone,...
– Robin Hobb, Fool’s Fate (via yourfavouritebookquotes)
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Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don’t much care where –
Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
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A Royal Retribution
Perched high on her dais, the Queen looked down upon the people of her kingdom.
The nobles shifted uncomfortably, their garments glittering in the afternoon light. Beyond them, the stench of the penniless beggars rudely invaded her nostrils.
In a magnificent show of dignified ceremony she bowed low to her people and proclaimed,
“Had he remained loyal, I would have seen fit to let him live.”
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You don’t need to be trying to change the world in order to change someone’s...
– Chris Cleave
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Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travellers don’t know...
– Paul Theroux
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A Kingly Embrace
I walk cobbled streets You hide behind stone But with each passing crossroad I catch glimpse of your throne
As cliff becomes castle Turrets touching the skies All turn to your fortress With passionate sighs
You observe from above The tenderness of others The embrace of a friend Brushing lips of two lovers
But when friends have long gone And love starts to wither The distance...
Welcome
Hi! My name is Katy.
I’m a storyteller, a traveller, a thinker and a nerd. I spend most of my days living in an imaginary world that sparkles more than Edward Cullen in sunlight.
These are my stories.