Wine and bread. This has always seemed rather ghoulish to me, as though one were smearing the threshold with Puree of Christ. Thank
That’s what stories do. They connect the random dots of life into a picture. But it’s all an illusion. Just try to connect the dots of life. You’ll end up with a lunatic scribble. But
Wine is certainly warming, but communion is a great deal more so.
When you hate yourself, you don’t neglect your responsibilities. When you hate yourself, you never forget what you did
My fist flew forward.Nicely done! said Eldric, although it had glanced off of his palm like a pebble. Why aren't you begging for mercy?I make a point never to do so, said Eldric. It puts one at a disa...
My writer friends and I talk about the kinds of writers we are and some of us are plungers and some of us are plotters. I happen to be a plunger. I have an idea; usually I start out with the idea for...