Guest post from April Potter. “James started dragging Lance back across the field. As they walked, Lance had a chance to look at James. He was tall, taller than Lance, and he had dirty blond hair and blue-grey eyes. It seemed that he had many strange habits, or maybe he was just plain strange.”
“Why live?” Said the tree, “For a flower to grow in these leaves.”
And sometimes, the wrong isn’t the convenient, up for blame.
“Don’t ever allow the quality of your life be decided for you.” Seto Kaiba and Anzu Mazaki clash as much as love. Yes, even the broken can learn to fly.
Seven times her heart, her soul, is pierced. Seven times over, her Son flicks His wrists.
Said Snow to Ice, “Reputation precedes me.” And Ice replied for Snow, “I will be your coldness, that no one else may see. Come dry these eyes, leave the world to me.”
Mayli discovered that Amatialle and Thetadaison weren’t the relationship she thought they were. This was going through her mind…
“I’m warmed there tonight. Tomorrow’s Your dreams.”
The trained fighter’s most honoured opponent is another trained fighter. The trained fighter’s most honourable opponent is the untrained seeker.
Asking me questions tempts me for lies. It’s Daedalus who holds my sighs.
Christian wives are not equated with slaves, and the master-slave dynamic is described and advised upon in theological and sociological manners dissimilar to the husband and wife. A look at Ephesians and 1 Peter.
My pen halts, my fear overcomes. And here we have the mystic’s song.
To deny the fruits of history is to deny the trees of history.
Why must you spend your aching nights, contemplating this caged bird, chirping gaily? You say, “He sings to be freed.” She replied, as she murmurs beyond your sight, “He sings to remind me. I, too, will be home.”