that one moment where antinous gets mad on penelope's behalf is sooo funny to me because he's like. eumaeus can't you see you're bothering penelope!! she has enough problems already!!! as if he's not one of her problems in question

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that one moment where antinous gets mad on penelope's behalf is sooo funny to me because he's like. eumaeus can't you see you're bothering penelope!! she has enough problems already!!! as if he's not one of her problems in question
Lingering between worlds
*They reach the spot they usually reserve for spars, and Yorgrim lets go of their hands. He takes a knee and gestures for Briggsy to climb aboard.*
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I thought that house was derelict!
You were wronged, but the world has changed.
They say that no matter the season, fresh flowers always appear at Kitty Jay’s grave, wild or garden-grown, laid in silence by hands no one sees. Some whisper it’s the work of Dartmoor’s fair folk; others believe it’s the enduring kindness of strangers moved by her story.
We arrived at sunset, the sky streaked with fire and hush. Her grave was there, just as the legend promised: humble, weathered, and crowned with new blooms. We knelt not in pity, but in communion, offering quiet words to the wind: you were wronged, but the world has changed.
The moor did not answer, and we saw no ghosts, but the air thickened with memory, and in that hush we felt her presence as a wound that the land still grieves.
Barbara Kraft - The Restless Spirit: Journal of a Gemini - Les Femmes - 1976
Most ghosts—they just sort of exist. They're not people. More like the memory of a person. A piece of the past, stuck in the present. But sometimes—occasionally—they are more. Those ghosts don't just exist, they act. They want something. That's when they're dangerous, when they want something.
Katherine Arden, from Dead Voices