Tales of the Celestial Kingdom (The Celestial Kingdom, #2.5)

by Sue Lynn Tan

When death was at hand, one’s true character showed like a reflection in a mirror.

Life was not perfect; there were always hidden wounds, pain disguised beneath a smile, a price to any happiness possessed. We had to bear our burdens the best we could, for we alone knew their true weight.

Amid the wildness of flight, I inhaled deeply, relishing the freedom of unfettered horizons.

flattery did not come easily to me, perhaps why they called me aloof.

“The past is embedded in who we are, whether we choose to change or keep our course. Without our history, we are unmarked sheets of paper.”