Death was constant, unprejudiced to age, race, or creed.
He took her hand without question, without fear, and he never regretted it.
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?
You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.
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 Castus had become a myth to most, a shadow, but Thomas knew that every rumor was rooted in truth.
Thomas looked around and tried not to let his duty turn him bitter. These were good men, and he would not leave them behind. He had chosen this, an unselfish life.
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.
Love is a fairytale blah, blah, blah.
The Bibbidi Bobbidi Beautiful boutique, the name filled me with dread.
What if he can't save me? What if trying destroys us both?
I put my hand on my chest, a habit I never quite shook after losing my heart.
Living on steam isn't easy.
You can't know how much a mother loves.
I was about to run, possibly fight, definitely scream...
The only time you ever really lose love is when you choose to let it go.