Betrayal always comes wrapped up in a friendly cloak. It's one of the first things I learned in the Senate.
To steer from the passenger seat. I sniggered. You have
Threat that I forgot how good it feels to be rooted. And to be rooted is not the same thing at all as being tied down. To be rooted is to say, here am I nourished and here will I grow, for I have foun...
You can’t put your fist through a man’s wood and expect him to forgive and
What does one do when one needs to pray to the gods for patience but a god is causing the need for patience?
The future always waits until the present to reveal its plans. But the past can clarify our goals for us sometimes, help us say good-bye to those we haven’t let go, even realize that we need to change...
She'd made life poignant for the Irish. The terror she inspired gave peace its serenity; the pain she caused gave health its lustre; her failure to love made me grateful for my ability to do so, and I...
Saint Lassie smiles upon me! It's Coyote, with a bag of goodies.
Ragnarok will begin in the next few days, and it won’t end well for anyone, because apocalypses tend not to include happy endings.
Once horrors take hold in the mind, they tend to clutch and linger, and it takes waves and waves of laughter to wash them away.
Oi! Pay first, then run away screaming if you want!
Now, ye know right well I’m in favor of solving problems through stomping on nuts, but the first rule to follow—the one ye didn’t remember—is not to stomp on your own.
No one takes you seriously when you're naked.
Nature doesn’t ask your permission; it doesn’t care about your wishes, or whether you like its laws or not. You’re obliged to accept it as it is, and consequently all its results as well.
It is best to know when to keep your salami in your pants and when to pull it out, however, and even my priests have had some difficulty with that issue.
If only someone else hadn’t done that. I hoped she would learn sooner, rather than later, that you can’t unchoose anyone’s choices, least of all your own. All you can do with your past is try to grow...
I rapped my knuckles on Malina’s door. The percussive sound seemed to offend the hallway’s sense of decorum, and the quiet chastised me as it dropped into my ears like cotton balls.
I forgot how good it feels to be rooted. And to be rooted is not the same thing at all as being tied down. To be rooted is to say, here I am nourished and here will I grow, for I have found a place wh...
I am unsure why modern men are so reluctant to admit that they enjoy snuggling. When they scoff at it or claim to despise it, they’re lying, of course, trying to conform to some bullshit code of machi...
I am light and free and my path ahead is smooth and wide through a land of burgeoning promise.