In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object… — Henri Frederic Amiel Copy Share Image
“She is a rare soul, she has this infectious energy that makes you want to run next to her, she belonged to… — Nikki Rowe Copy Share Image
“The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
The light of the sacred prostitute penetrates to the heart of this darkness. . . . she is the consecrated priestess, in… — Marion Woodman Copy Share Image
“I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything a… — Aliette de Bodard Copy Share Image
How will it ever be bearable, Priestess?” His voice was rough. He sounded completely broken. “You’ll see her again. She’s with Nyx… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
