“What the eye couldn’t see, the imagination filled in. We put names to the unexplained. Cast it as something to either fear or worship. And yet just because a thing can’t be seen doesn’t mean it isn’t real.”
―
Luanne G. Smith,
The Vine Witch
“The heart had a tendency to harden off after being forced to survive inside a life two sizes too small, deprived of the oxygen of dreams.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Emboldened by the dark phase of the moon, the constellations twisted round in their infinite sky, slowly corkscrewing into the future, divining immutable futures for those still awake and gazing up.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“We put names to the unexplained. Cast it as something to either fear or worship. And yet just because a thing can’t be seen doesn’t mean it isn’t real.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Mark my words – fashions change, causes change, but men’s ambitions never do.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“she debated the wisdom of not having waited longer for someone more suitably dressed to pass by on the road. Now she regretted how the stolen coat smelled” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Intuition knows the truth when heard, but the sound can leave a terrible ringing in the ears.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“He likes being all superior and reminding me how much I don’t know.” “So you’re saying he’s a man?” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Les pieds de Dieu. Do not tell my superior, but the smell of God’s feet is heaven to me.” The monk smiled. Threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Eight months ago I added milk, rennet, and a little salt together in a wooden vat. Pressed it, shaped it, and put it on the shelf to age. Today I have a delicious cheese to share with a guest. But the flavor, monsieur, that grows from something I did not add.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“She was Elena, disciple of the All Knowing and daughter of the Chanceaux Valley. And she was free.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“He wouldn’t be the first man to learn he’s wrong about something he’s certain about.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“He imagined her being more like a placid dark lake that one had to give their soul over to for the privilege of knowing how deep her waters ran.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Raven Spell
“No one’s path stops midlife. It must continue toward its end.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Conjurer
“Chaos and order rested on two sides of a sharp edge, but so did pain and pleasure. Harmony and discord. There was not one without the other. Always the dance of tension. One could choose which side to lean into if or when the blade tipped off-center.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Conjurer
“It made her dizzy to think of the spinning world and the multitude of destinies swirling together, fueling the future forward for everyone—individually and collectively.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Conjurer
“Neither she nor her sister could resist collecting the shiny trinkets that churned up with the river's tide. Rings, bottles, spoons, keys, combs, bones - there was always something new coughed up on the bank, as if the water grew perpetually ill on the taste of human detritus.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Raven Spell
“The transformation, the struggle between light and dark, that is what propels life forward. That metamorphosis is one’s purpose for existing.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Glamourist
“At night, all the cats are gray.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Power craved power, leading some into dangerous alliances.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“The heart had a tendency to harden off after being forced to survive inside a life two sizes too small, deprived of the oxygen of dreams.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Emboldened by the dark phase of the moon, the constellations twisted round in their infinite sky, slowly corkscrewing into the future, divining immutable futures for those still awake and gazing up.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“We put names to the unexplained. Cast it as something to either fear or worship. And yet just because a thing can’t be seen doesn’t mean it isn’t real.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Mark my words – fashions change, causes change, but men’s ambitions never do.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“she debated the wisdom of not having waited longer for someone more suitably dressed to pass by on the road. Now she regretted how the stolen coat smelled” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Intuition knows the truth when heard, but the sound can leave a terrible ringing in the ears.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“He likes being all superior and reminding me how much I don’t know.” “So you’re saying he’s a man?” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Les pieds de Dieu. Do not tell my superior, but the smell of God’s feet is heaven to me.” The monk smiled. Threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Eight months ago I added milk, rennet, and a little salt together in a wooden vat. Pressed it, shaped it, and put it on the shelf to age. Today I have a delicious cheese to share with a guest. But the flavor, monsieur, that grows from something I did not add.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“She was Elena, disciple of the All Knowing and daughter of the Chanceaux Valley. And she was free.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“He wouldn’t be the first man to learn he’s wrong about something he’s certain about.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“He imagined her being more like a placid dark lake that one had to give their soul over to for the privilege of knowing how deep her waters ran.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Raven Spell
“No one’s path stops midlife. It must continue toward its end.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Conjurer
“Chaos and order rested on two sides of a sharp edge, but so did pain and pleasure. Harmony and discord. There was not one without the other. Always the dance of tension. One could choose which side to lean into if or when the blade tipped off-center.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Conjurer
“It made her dizzy to think of the spinning world and the multitude of destinies swirling together, fueling the future forward for everyone—individually and collectively.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Conjurer
“Neither she nor her sister could resist collecting the shiny trinkets that churned up with the river's tide. Rings, bottles, spoons, keys, combs, bones - there was always something new coughed up on the bank, as if the water grew perpetually ill on the taste of human detritus.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Raven Spell
“The transformation, the struggle between light and dark, that is what propels life forward. That metamorphosis is one’s purpose for existing.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Glamourist
“At night, all the cats are gray.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
“Power craved power, leading some into dangerous alliances.” ― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch
