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A lot of heroes hate themselves, it’s why they work so hard to make everybody love them.”
“God doesn’t come when you snap your fingers, He comes when you’re ready for Him.” Nimue snapped her delicate fingers, producing a strikingly loud pop in the quiet. “That’s the difference between a spell and a prayer.”
“Sulfur and brimstone, they are the same thing. Though in fact the element itself is odorless; the smell arises only from its combustion in air.”
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But I will tell you something about your gods: They are easy to love, because they are like us. They drink and fight and fornicate. My God may be harder to love, but that’s because He is not like man. He is greater.”
The voice came from far away, very far. But it was very firm. It was a woman’s. So not God, probably.
But of course it wasn’t over. Why would the future be simpler than the past? Stories never really ended, they just rolled one into the next. The past was never wholly lost, and the future was never quite found. We wander forever in a pathless forest, dropping with weariness, as home draws us back, and the grail draws us on, and we never arrive, and the quest never ends.
