|Yes, I know. It's another quote. But read it--it's beautiful.
||[Dec. 23rd, 2003|03:21 pm]
|||||Melissa Etheridge (not sure which song)||]|
This is from "To Green Angel Tower: Part 1" by Tad Williams. I know I read too many books (or at least too much fantasy) for my own good, but oh well. Here it is:
"Long the Peaceful Ones had hidden from the eyes of the world, nursing their sadnesses, living only in the memories of other days. Today they rode in armor as brilliant as the plumage of birds, their spears shining like frozen lightning. They sang, for the Sithi had always sung. They rode, and the old ways unfolded before them, forest glades echoing to their horses' hoofbeats for the first time since the tallest trees had been seedlings. After a sleep of centuries, a giant had been awakened.
The Sithi were riding."
I wish I could write like that. All these authors I read and quote, they have the same gift. Yet it comes out in different ways. But I suspect they all found it through practice. So who knows? I may write like that someday, or one of you may. Or, perhaps, some of you already do. Writing's a tricky thing, and I'm just now figuring that out.
By the way, Minuet's too spoiled for her own good. She attacks Ione, and then looks up at me as if saying, "You won't really put me back in the room, will you?" Every single time. Oh well, I love that little gray cat. But I'll continue to put her in the room when she does that anyway.
I'm worried about my family. Everyone's sick with this new strain of flu except me, and they're really bad off. I hope it doesn't ruin their Christmas.
Just a thought, but I think that influenza will be the new epidemic for us humans.