Black Order

by James Rollins

One of the sad legacies of apartheid was that an entire generation of tribal children had been raised with little or no education, suffering under the years of sanctions, segregation, and unrest. A lost generation. So he did all he could do: opened what doors he could and held them for those who would come after. He would play the Fat Boy, if that’s what it took.

Wringin’ your hands only stops you from rollin’ up your sleeves.

A relationship couldn’t be suspended forever as pure potential. Both loving and not loving. Evolution would not stand for it. Reality must eventually measure it.