Quotes of Greer Rivers

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“Almost sixty years ago, just after midnight, a few feet from the river where they danced, a wonder of modern engineering occurred: overnight, the Berlin Wall arose. It was the night of August 15, 1961. Berliners awoke on the sixteenth to this marvel, more of a fence at first, concrete posts driven into the streets and festooned with barbed wire. They knew trouble would come but expected it in degrees. Life so often arrives all of a sudden. And who knows which side you will find yourself on?” ― Andrew Sean Greer, Less
“I’m not good, little muse. My obsession with you is the only pure thing about me. Never forget that I’m your demon of music, Scarlett. You can’t expect me to behave like a gentleman when you beg like my whore.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“The restaurant sits on a rock above the river and is very old and water stained in ways that would delight a painter and trouble a contractor.” ― Andrew Sean Greer, Less
“river and is very old and water stained in ways that would delight a painter and trouble a contractor;” ― Andrew Sean Greer, Less
“This is your only warning, Scarlett. I won’t settle for ‘first.’ I’ll be your only. Nothing less.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“My little muse is my addiction, and her voice is my drug. If there is a cure to my madness, I don’t want it. I’d rather welcome blissful oblivion.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“And I found my muse. She is my moonlight when my world gets too dark.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“You are my moonlight,” I whisper against her shoulder in a kiss. “And you are my midnight,” she murmurs back,” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“Don’t leave.” “Jamais, mon amour.” Never, my love.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“I sing for you, Sol. Only for you.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“No more dreams, little muse. Only memories. I’m going to make sure you never forget the first time I taste you.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“For those who are fighting their minds just to stay alive. It’s worth it.” ― Greer Rivers, Fighting Conviction
“I'm pregnant with my demon of music's baby. He's my fiance and I'm living the life I've always dreamed of. Where happiness is just happines and his dakrness sings to mind. I am his muse, and he is mine. My Phantom of the French Quarter. My demon of music.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“For two thousand years, maybe more,the ceremonies had been celebrated every autumn in the small town of Eleusis near Athens, becoming more famous and elaborate with the passing years. By Roman times, the mystery temple at Eleusis was a huge building half the size of a foot- ball field, and people came there from the far corners of the ancient world. All new initiates had to go through preliminary ceremonies at the river Ilissos in the month of Anthesterion, our February, in which they offered sacrifices, cleansed them-selves in the water, and listened to instruction. A year and a half later, in Boedromion (our September), they marched to Eleusis, arriving at dusk. They entered the temple, and the ceremony of initiation was enacted. No one today knows what it was, but ancient writers agreed that those who passed through it had no fear of death afterward.” ― John Michael Greer, The Occult Book: A Chronological Journey from Alchemy to Wicca
“If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“But when she sings… fuck, when she sings… now that is true ecstasy.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“The river presses hardest on the rocks which are largest.” ― Zary Greer Manning
“My beautiful muse.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
“The spotlight is dim compared to your radiance. I envy the light that touches you.” ― Greer Rivers, Phantom
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Greer Rivers

Greer Rivers is a former crime fighter in a suit, but now happily leaves that to her characters! A born and raised Carolinian, Greer says “y’all”, the occasional “bless your heart” (when necessary), and feels comfortable using legal jargon in everyday life. S…

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