What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?

When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.

Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium - a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.

Everything lined up. It has been easy, as if it were meant-" "Meant!" she said, amazed. She spun to face him, which, in the crush, brought her against his chest as if they were still dancing. She fought backward for space. As if what were meant?" "You," he said. "And me.

It seemed she was in a cathedral—if, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two.

...I said I was sorry.” “Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere else.