He stared at the heart of his heart, the one woman in the world for him
Fear and bigotry don’t need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes.
But not all scars showed, did they?
What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.
Isen wasn't a two birds with one stone kind of guy. More like one stone, two birds, a rabbit, a fox, and maybe that deer will trip over the fox and we can get him, too.
We don't go to the ocean for anything as simple as happiness, do we? We go there to feel alive. Like life, the ocean holds chance and change, grief and terror and beauty. It promises mortality, not peace.