But time has a way of stealthily deciding a personโs mind without her conscious knowledge, and as she studied and procrastinated, Poison found one day that she had come to know her choice.
Chris WoodingWe may seem the weakest and most insignificant of all the Realms, but our strength comes in other ways. We have what no other race has: imagination. Any one of us, even the lowliest, can create worlds within ourselves; we can people them with the most extraordinary creatures, the most amazing inventions, the most incredible things. We can live in those worlds ourselves, if we choose; and in our own worlds, we can be as we want to be. Imagination is as close as we will ever be to godhead, Poison, for in imagination, we can create wonders.
Chris WoodingWell, wherever you go, whatever you do, you're still you. You can change your surroundings, start a new life, but you'll always fall into the same old patterns, make the same kind of friends, commit the same mistakes. The thing you need to change is yourself.
Chris WoodingI just wanted them to die," said Poison. "They didn't have to make such a drama about it.
Chris WoodingThen a person has only one tale?โ No, some have two or three separate ones or more,โ Fleet said. โSome people have many tales. Sometimes they are linked into one big tale, sometimes they are utterly distinct. Most people do not have one at all.
Chris WoodingPoison." he said, deadpan. "That's an unusual name to give your child. You must love her very much." She's a treasure." Bram agreed, blithely ignoing the sarcasm. .... Then went a few dozen feet in silence, until they were out of eaarshor of the gaurd. She's a treasure." Poison mimicked, and Bram burst out laughing.
Chris WoodingReal life is a story, too, only much more complicated. Itโs still got a beginning, a middle, and an end. Everyone follows the same rules, you know. . . Itโs just that there are more of them. Everyone has chapters and cliffhangers. Everyone has their journey to make. Some go far and wide and come back empty-handed; some donโt go anywhere and their journey makes them richest of all. Some tales have a moral and some donโt make any sense. Some will make you laugh, others make you cry. The world is a library, young Poison, and youโll never get to read the same book twice.
Chris WoodingImagination is as close as we will ever be to godhead . . . for in imagination, we can create wonders.
Chris WoodingOn reflection,โ Crake said to Frey, as they huddled behind an upturned table, โthis wasnโt one of your better plans.
Chris WoodingNot for the first time, he wished he commanded a highly trained bunch of soldiers instead of a ragtag mob of rejects in varying stages of alcoholism.
Chris WoodingOnce upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison.
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