Filipa Roque | Dev. Editor

“We stood in silence for some time, the fire pit all that separated me from Wacław. The real distance was far greater. We’d been an entire realm apart for the last moon, but I’d felt closer to him then than I did now. A thousand words filled my mind. None were enough.”
― Brendan Noble, The Daughters of the Earth

“PERHAPS THE GREATEST FACULTY our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need. First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door. Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying “time heals all wounds” is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door. Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind. Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“All art is a kind of exorcism. This is what gives art its power to change the conditions of our life.”
― Jerry Saltz, Art is Life: Icons & Iconoclasts, Visionaries & Vigilantes, & Flashes of Hope in the Night

“It should’ve been this moment, this crucial instant, that shattered Reydon’s illusion about Danial into a million little pieces. He steeled himself to stand up there and then, to leave Reydon to collect the broken remains of his fantasy. Danial raised his eyes to meet Reydon’s squarely, hardening himself for the disappointment he would find there. But all he saw was faith, a fire that far outmatched the feeble embers of burning heather between them. And it reverberated against something inside Danial. As if Reydon radiated an invisible energy that sent an important part of Danial into vacillation.”
― Emily Bellman, God Tokens | Book 1: Phelen the Cycle