What happens when your god dies? Sebastian wondered. When someone is your sun and moon and stars, and then you discover something, something that reveals a hitherto unknown weakness so fundamental, so...
Christopher didn’t understand that there was a fine line between seeking death and being indifferent to its occurrence.
I’ve never attended a Quaker service before. We believe that true religion is a personal encounter with God rather than a matter of ritual and ceremony, and that all aspects of life are sacramental. T...
Lord love us, I need a drink, said Calhoun, looking faintly green around the gills as he paused on the flagway in front of the chapel to draw in a deep breath of fresh air. I’ve dressed many a gentlem...
Love. I think an angel would fear falling in love with a mortal—someone who could be theirs for only a short time and then would slip away forever. He
Religion is important to the order of society. It reconciles the lower classes to their lot in life and teaches them to respect their betters.
Sometimes he wondered if most people experienced the world around them a little bit differently from their fellows, if the assumption of commonality was simply an illusion.
Do you think I don't worry about you?That's not—Not the same? Because you are a man and I am a woman?No. Because it's one thing for me to make the choice to put my own life in danger and something els...
How do you explain a world that gifts evil men with privilege and wealth and looks the other way while they torment and abuse the weakest members of society?
Life is full of scary things, he used to tell Kat. The trick is not to let your fears get in the way of your living. Whatever else you do, Katherine, don’t settle for a life half-lived.
She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who’d died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.
She touched her hand to his cheek, and he turned toward her, his arms coming around her to draw her close, his cheek pressed to the side of her hair. She felt his chest lift against hers as he drew in...
The war had taught us so many things: how to spin wool and weave cloth; how to fashion our own shoes from old saddle leather and sturdy canvas; how to plow fields and mend fences. Now it had taught us...
When one lived a life that was, essentially, a lie, appearances were everything.
Diplomacy. A dance of shadows in the darkness.
Those for whom war is lucrative are rarely satiated.