If The Truth Doesn't Save Us, What

I'd Storm Heaven For You, If I Knew Where It Was.

Read, Or You Will Be Missing Something Extraordinary.

Your Father Calls You To His Court. You Need Not Pack. You Go Garbed In Glorious Raiment. He Waits Eagerly By His Palace Doors To Welcome You, And Has Prepared A Place At The High Table, By His Side, In The Company Of The Great-souled, Honored, And Best-beloved.

One Of The Best Things About Writing Is How It Redeems, Not To Mention Recycles, All Of One's Prior Experiences, Including Or Perhaps Especially The Failures.

One Corner Of His Mouth Crooked Up, Then The Quirk Vanished In A Thoughtful Pursing Of His Lips. "he's Bisexual, You Know." He Took A Delicate Sip Of His Wine. "was Bisexual," She Corrected Absently, Looking Fondly Across The Room. "now He's Monogamous." Vordarian Choked, Sputtering.