We are slaves, all of us...Some are slaves to fear. Others are slaves to reasonโor base desire. It is our lot to be slaves...and the question must be to what shall we owe our indenture? Will it be to truth or to falsehood, hope or despair, light or darkness? I choose to serve the light, even though that bondage often lies in darkness.
Rick YanceyI start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.
Rick YanceyYou're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.
Rick YanceyI don't care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.
Rick Yancey