Beneath a Scarlet Sky

by Mark T. Sullivan

The Alps had taught him not to fret and whine at difficult circumstances. It was a waste of energy.

in the game of life, it is always preferable to be a man of the shadows, and even the darkness, if necessary. In this way, you run things, but you are never, ever seen. You are like a . . . phantom of the opera.

The best thing is to grieve for the people you loved and lost, and then welcome and love the new people life puts in front of you.”

“Faith is a strange creature,” Schuster said. “Like a falcon that nests year after year in the same place, but then flies away, sometimes for years, only to return again, stronger than ever.”