That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you.

Are you listening, little bird?

They all looked like a shampoo commercial, healthy and clear-skinned, perfectly proportioned, a group of handsome young men. Their clothes hung on them like they were glad to be gracing such supermodels.

Death did not play favorites—He loved all equally. What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure . The god's voice—not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind—

What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that.

And ordering me around is exactly the wrong way to make me do what you want.

He wiped away the tears, tenderly, and I forgot to weep as he told me silently everything I always wanted to hear.