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The Ten Thousand Doors of January
summer in Maine is a fleeting, cautious creature that disappears as soon as the sun sets
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
I didn’t want to be safe, I suppose. I wanted to be dangerous, to find my own power and write it on the world.”
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
Sometimes just by telling a story you’re stealing it, stealing a little of the mystery away from it.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
“If we address stories as archaeological sites, and dust through their layers with meticulous care, we find at some level there is always a doorway. A dividing point between here and there, us and them, mundane and magical. It is at the moments when the doors open, when things flow between the worlds, that stories happen.”
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
what is written is what is true. Words and their meanings have weight in the world of matter, shaping and reshaping realities through a most ancient alchemy.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
Words and their meanings have weight in the world of matter, shaping and reshaping realities through a most ancient alchemy.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
freedom isn’t worth a single solitary shit if it isn’t shared.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
There is nothing quite like the anger of someone very powerful who has been thwarted by someone who was supposed to be weak.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
I do not mean they have power in the sense that they might stir men’s hearts or tell stories or declare truths, for those are the powers words have in every world.