How will it ever be bearable, Priestess?” His voice was rough. He sounded completely broken. “You’ll see her again. She’s with Nyx now. She’ll either wait for you in the Goddess’s meadow, or she’ll be reborn and her soul will find you again during this lifetime. You can bear it because you know that spirit never really ends-we never really end.

Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.

Within chaos lies opportunity.

when the thrill of his body fades or changes, and the difficulties of pledging yourself to only one person surface, kindness will be the balm that soothes the wounds of life.

Nefertiti, the most beautiful calico in the world, chose me as her own six short years ago.

The world going insane and evil letting slip the birds of war is no excuse for sloppy vocabulary.

Christ on a cracker. You raped Achilles!