gazette: books

The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart, she knew it wasn’t. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People’s chickens. But this was no chicken… This was evil manifest.
—  Soul of Fire, by Terry Goodkind
People are much like those stars up there. Some burn faintly for millions of years, barely visible to us on earth. They’re there, but you’d hardly know it. They blend in, like a speck on a canvas. But others blaze with such intensity, they light up the sky. You can’t help but notice them, marvel at them. Those are the ones that never last long. They can’t. They use up all their energy quickly.
—  Sarah Jio, The Last Camellia