Oh, Will Henry. After all we have been through, how could I send you away now, at our most critical hour? You are indispensable to me.
Rick YanceyShe hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all
Rick YanceyWe 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 Yancey