And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him.

Battle scars from the war of good versus evil have a unique beauty all their own.

Time to grow up. Time to stop bawling. Time to do SOMETHING. And that means, if I'm not sleeping, my nerd-herd isn't sleeping either-sun or no sun.

Warrior, when you pledge yourself to the service of a High Priestess, the goal is not to frighten her to death but to protect your lady from death.

I seek strength, not to be greater than other, but to fight my greatest enemy, the doubts within myself

Not that the path was smooth and pothole free. But still, it was my path, and like me, it was bound to be unique." -Zoey

I stared at myself in the mirror. Okay, just ugh. I had to get some sleep tonight - the bags under my eyes had bags.