Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.
Janet MorrisTempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.
Janet MorrisNow the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.
Janet Morris