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Throughout the span of time, the worlds of man often believe themselves singular. Those who believe and accept they aren’t alone in the vastness tend to consider themselves superior to those who share the vastness.
Whether the denizens of a world climb the high mountains or swim the oceans, whether they live in great cities or huddle over a fire in a forest, whether they beat the drums or rock the cradle, all share one common goal. To be.
as the pieces death takes from you find a way to live without them. You honor their death by living and doing and standing.”
You’ll stand. All the pieces death took from you, the light of the lost fills them.
Without hope, grief loses the strength to live on, and fight on, and hold.
The heat of it, the strength of it.” “It frightens you a bit.” “It does.” “It should. Power is a wild thing, and turned, consumes the one who wields it. But leashed too tight, it weakens and thins.
You already have what you want. This is just promising to keep it, and respect it, and love.”
We mourn and honor our losses, every one, but if we don’t turn to the happy and hopeful, we diminish their sacrifice, don’t we?”
Merry Christmas—or Blessed Night of Lights.” “Either works.
Here, whatever his feelings, whatever anger brewed in their depths, his blood must stay cool, his mind must stay clear. Here, duty left no room.
Choice turns out to be duty for both of us. But I’m here, and I’ll wait. That’s a choice, too, but it’s not duty. I love you. It makes me afraid, and it makes me strong, but either way, I love you. So I’m here, and I’ll wait.
“In every world, I think, all who can must learn and remember and stand against those who never do.”
“Love costs nothing. I wonder at those who can’t feel it, or won’t give or take it.
May joy surround you and contentment latch your door, and may the gods send their blessings now and evermore.”
Dawn, she realized, always lifted her mood. It bloomed, every day, with promise and possibility.
home, Breen thought, wasn’t always a place. Sometimes it was a person.
“You know a good mad can be healthy, baby. But getting to the point you can toss the mad out? It’ll keep the insides cleaner. I’m sorry for her, that’s the down-to-the-balls truth.
“He sees power like a pie, like some people see love.” Curious, he turned to her. “A pie, is it?” “Yeah, a pie, where there are only so many pieces of it, and if one person has a piece, there’s less for you. Since he doesn’t believe or understand that power—like love—is infinite, that it only grows when shared, he covets.”
