Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.

He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.

I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.

Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

... true faith never comes without anguish.

I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don't know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she's a crack shot herself. But she says I'm too young. What I'd like to know is how old does a person have to be before they get to do all the fun stuff?

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.