dreams of gods and monsters authored by laini taylor. prompts.
“life is only a thread tethering soul to body, and once you know how to find it, it is as easily plucked as a flower.”
“i know there’s no paradise waiting for us.”
“the beasts are coming for you.”
“i would never mock you. especially when there’s a stabbing risk.”
“people with secrets shouldn’t make enemies.”
“having hope was like dangling himself over a chasm and putting the rope in her hands.”
“wasted flesh, wasted pain, and more blood to walk through.”
“her family history was potholed with madness.”
“she had no intention of being the latest in a string of prophets locked away in asylums.”
“she had assumed that she would feel a corruption on him, and that her soul would cry to the killing like a lightning to a rod.”
“they’d been waiting for the dream to visit her. hoping for it. vultures, hungry for scraps of her terror.”
“his pain was undisguised, so raw it made her own pain sing straight to the surface, pure enough for tithing.”
“in a blatant breach of hospitality laws, there was no chocolate.”
“she lapsed straight back into that otherworldly raving, the sound of which, the driver would later claim, tore at his very soul.”
“make things easy for me, and i’ll make things easy for you.”
“there are maps in me but i am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.”
“will you choose to stay and be devoured with the sinners when the rest of us rise?”
“the burn of mortification was like passing through a field of nettles, a thousand small pains merging into a haze.”
“in that moment, she could have believed that she was a neek-neek, sting and all, and woe to lion-sized dogs and beefy bullies who stood in her way.”
“you said i would be worshiped as a god!”
“oh hurt me, torment me, but whatever you do, please oh please, don’t give me peace!”
“he slumped as if his legs couldn’t hold him, pain and rage and impotence congealing on his countenance.”
“this was only the salt in the wound of their true punishment, which was exile.”