How To Invoke
Magic is the optimism couched in old stories, the hopes of sages and alchemists who saw potential in this bitter world. magic was the belief of scarred heroes who lie buried now, under duvets of soil and weeds. magic comes from heroes.
Reaching for the Stars - Chapter 45: Hollow Spring
Tom turned to look at the windows, smiling bitterly. "after it failed--the knife wasn't sharp enough--i became even more uncontrollable.
Every Thorn has its Rose
bitter relief welled up in him, bitter with a hint of uncertainty. "i'll remember that," he said while brushing a hand down his now-soaked shirt.
The Dangers of Wearable Technology Part 3
Was it really necessary, he thought bitterly to himself as he tried to reinitialize the suit's clothing camouflage only to find the pants and shirt portion reappearing.
Chapter 25: Robin's Desire
For twenty years, corene was a wreck, jonathan was bitterly unhappy, and because of yfel's toying. why should robin do anything yfel wanted? and then robin remembered: her wish.
Gates to misery ch: 8
This was most likely the work of the bitter cold. "this isn't right... dunsparce told me the way to the palace, but he didn't describe it at all like this." "must be the bitter cold." zorua included.
A Lucario's Trainer
_my trainer is dead._ he said bitterly. "oh. sorry..." she murmured, looking away, hoping not to spark the lucario's anger. _she was about your age too...she was even my parents trainer as well.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 17: Cost of Leaving
Pyretalon echoed, the word tasting bitter in his mouth. “where?" “with nelneras." “you've got to be kidding me," pyretalon growled, feathers puffing in disbelief. “the dragon?
City of Light: Chapter 52
Veledar growled, his voice tinged with bitterness. “you wormed your way into my heart, clouded my judgment with false affection.” the dragon turned away, hiding the hint of sorrow that clouded his eyes.
Dirty laundry. Epilogue and Finale.
Logan muttered bitterly under his breath before moving out of the kitchen and into the living room. it was hard to keep correcting the mask he wore around so many people like this.
Poems and Songs from March Hospitalization
Tea of misery just for me, tea of sorrow, wish i didn't drink for tomorrow, its a bitter tea, made of misery, life is like a bitter tea, tears and sorrow, tastes like tomorrow. bitter tea, life for me, bitter tea for me.
Chapter 15: Whisper My Name
_as if they're protecting me from the truth_, wynn thought bitterly. she squeezed her eyes shut and curled her fingers hard into her pillow.