Between Two Fires

by Christopher Buehlman

You know what I am. OH. THAT. The lion-faced one used the knight’s arm like a pick. The fist still holding the spear. THEN YOU SHOULD REMEMBER THIS. It whipped the knight’s arm, driving the spear into her side.

Jesus

Two angels and a devil had tumbled into the water. Three angels came up. Forgiveness, then, was possible even for the worst.

Love is always harder. Love means weathering blows for another’s sake and not counting them. Love is loss of self, loss of other, and faith in the death of loss.