devil's flight

“The witches go to meet them flying through the air, often on horseback. In order to be able to fly, after having completely undressed and undone their hair, they go a little before midnight to an isolated spot out of sight, away from every sacred object. It is forbidden to see them, but not to speak to them. Then they anoint their bodies with the following composition, the quantity varying according to their weight: ten pounds of spirits of wine, half a pound of salt of Saturn, half a pound of Dragerio, to be left for four hours in a covered vessel. Then, saying ‘Sotto I'acqua e sotto il vento, sotto il noce di Benevento, Lucibello portami dove debbo andare.’ they fly away.”

– From J.B. Andrews’ Neopolitan Witchcraft (1897)

sentence prompts ➝ interview with the vampire(film)
  • ❝Kill them swiftly, if you will.❞
  • ❝My god, I’ve failed again.❞
  • ❝Don’t be afraid. I’m going to give you the choice I never had.❞
  • ❝You can pretend it’s wine.❞
  • ❝Evil is a point of view.❞
  • ❝I wasn’t given a choice, remember?❞
  • ❝We’re in a nice, filthy cemetery.❞
  • ❝Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even.❞
  • ❝It’s a coffin, it’s a coffin.❞
  • ❝You lack the courage of your convictions.❞
  • ❝Do you find us beautiful? Magical?❞
  • ❝Let me live. I don’t care.❞
  • ❝No one could resist me, not even you.❞
  • ❝Perhaps you’d like another cigarette?❞
  • ❝Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life.❞
  • ❝We belong in hell.❞
  • ❝It’s so easy you almost feel sorry for them.❞
  • ❝I assume I need no introduction.❞
  • ❝As much as your invitation might appeal to me, I must regretfully decline.❞
  • ❝Let me show you some real sport.❞
  • ❝Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt.❞
  • ❝I’ll put you in your coffin!❞
  • ❝Do you know what it means to be loved by death?❞
  • ❝We are predators.❞
  • ❝Have you said your goodbyes to the light?❞
  • ❝Do we forgive each other then?❞
  • ❝I came to make peace with you.❞
  • ❝Your body’s dying. Pay no attention, it happens to us all.❞
  • ❝Did you do it to me?❞
  • ❝Her blood coursed through my veins, sweeter than life itself.❞
  • ❝I’m yours forever.❞
  • ❝You’ve been a very, very naughty little girl.❞
  • ❝I’m not dead, am I?❞
  • ❝Enough! Enough! Stop!❞
  • ❝I feed on those who cross my path.❞
  • ❝I’m frightened of myself.❞
  • ❝Do you think I would let them harm you?❞
  • ❝I want some more.❞
  • ❝Goodnight, sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.❞
  • ❝Where are we?❞
  • ❝The word changes, we do not; therein lies the irony that finally kills us.❞
  • ❝You condemned me to hell!❞
  • ❝Perfect! Just perfect! Just burn the place. Burn everything we own.❞
  • ❝Does this make you happy?❞
  • ❝I promise I’ll get rid of the bodies.❞
  • ❝That’s something I’ve never heard before.❞
  • ❝You are beautiful, my friend.❞
  • ❝Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would be turn this passion?❞
  • ❝You should consider yourself lucky.❞
  • ❝I was waiting for you in that alleyway: watching you watching me.❞
  • ❝It’s your coffin, my love. Enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like.❞
A flight is sort of delirium. To be delirious is exactly to go off the rails (as in deconner - to say absurd things, etc.). There is something demoniacal or demonic in a line of flight. Demons are different from gods, because gods have fixed attributes, properties and functions, territories and codes: they have to do with rails, boundaries and surveys. What demons do is jump across intervals, and from one interval to another.
—  Gilles Deleuze and Claire Parnet, Dialogues, p.40
Interview With The Vampire Inspired Starters
  • Who will take care of me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone?
  • Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice I never had.
  • The world changes, we do not, there lies the irony that finally kills us.
  • Vampires pretending to be humans, pretending to be vampires.
  • Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.
  • What has died is the last breath in me that was human.
  • I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became.
  • I wanted those waters to be blue, but they were black, nighttime waters.
  • I found my way back there with hardly an upward glance.
  • And the more you tried, the more I wanted you.
  • Why not? Can't I change, like everybody else?
  • Mon dieu, what melancholy nonsense.
  • You haven't the vaguest conception under God what you ask.
  • But one thing is true for us all, we grow stronger as we go along.
  • If that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own.
  • It's time we were on our way. I'm hungry, and the city awaits.
  • Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt.
  • I have never seen a vision nor learned a secret that will damn or save my soul.
  • Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?
  • You lack the courage of your convictions, sir. Do it!
  • Does this make you happy? Is this fitting, proper enough?
  • Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we.
  • No words can describe it. May as well ask Heaven what it sees.
  • Perfect! Just perfect! Just burn the place! Burn everything we own! Have us sleeping in the field like cattle!
  • That's something I've never heard before. You mean this literally, I take it?
  • Most of us never get to know what it feels like.
  • Take your aesthete's taste to purer things, kill them swiftly, if you will, but do it. For do not doubt; you are a killer.
  • Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for mortal life.
  • The world was a tomb to me, a graveyard of broken statues.
Finished Wings of Justice: Book 1, Rogue Flyer

Last night I found myself without anything to do. I decided to try sleeping, with the hope that maybe I could wake up early enough to leave the house not long after 5am and walk about 15 minutes (that’s a bit of a estimated guess) to a park tree which I prefer to sit in while reading.
I woke up to an alarm around 10 to 5, and thought “what’s the point, I’m tired and I won’t get there as early as I’d like”. Though I realised that I wouldn’t likely get another chance to do this for almost another whole week. Considering how long I’ve been wanting to finish the last three chapters of this book, I don’t really want to be waiting another week. So I got up, threw some clothes on, downed a few glasses of milk, brushed my teeth, grabbed my satchel containing the book, and left around 5:25.
I probably got about a third of the way before I decided to start reading while I walked. It was somewhat pleasant reading the start of the 29th chapter and noticing the sky reflecting what was written;

The coming dawn began to lighten the sky from gray to a pale, washed-out blue.

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I have enjoyed this last Crimson Skies novel, much as I have the other two. I am disappointed knowing that there are no further book, especially given the except from Devil’s Flight (what was to be book 2 of the Wings of Justice series) - found after the final chapter - has left me feeling as though there is somewhat more that I’m missing out on.


Now on to Philip Marlowe in Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep.