I thought I saw my entire future once, every moment of it, until the day of my death. I spent it in her arms. Then after twenty years, she left.
You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.
Every part of life changes with every breath we take. If you don’t like where your story is headin’, you fight your fate with everything you have.
There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love.
After everything, you still want to believe that love prevails, that in the end there will be justice. That is an illusion, and I pity you.
The Castus had become a myth to most, a shadow, but Thomas knew that every rumor was rooted in truth.
I was sick of the body count that existed around my family. It seemed statistically that eventually the body count would include my family.
Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas’s best friend.
I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you.
You think me noble?” She rolled to her side facing him. “Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?
He took her hand without question, without fear, and he never regretted it.
Death was constant, unprejudiced to age, race, or creed.
The Bibbidi Bobbidi Beautiful boutique, the name filled me with dread.
I was about to run, possibly fight, definitely scream…
He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not here to start trouble. I am just doing some research for my thesis.”“If you don’t get out of this bar, you are going to be writing your thesis via Ouija board.
God will bring into judgment both the righteous and the wicked, for there will be a time for every activity, a time to judge every deed.~Ecclesiastes 3:17
The only time you ever really lose love is when you choose to let it go.