While Milke gingerly carried the packet of explosive across the lake, Paskell stood by the port watching. Milke surveyed the landscape with fine calculation, setting down the packet, moving it a few y...
I am so glad that God miraculously save my life at near-death.
A magpie, seeing some light-colored object conspicuous on the empty slope, flew closer to look. but all that lay there was a splintered peg and a twisted length of wire.
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
I know what it felt . . . like when I . . . thought you were dead, and- A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. And I wouldn't do that to you. Her bosom fell and her eyes closed.It was a...