Satan's warming me a throne, that's how long [I've been watching you]. Not a chair, not a seat at the bar. The big guy's got a throne with my name on it.
~ Sarah Winter
His impulsive buss had been as beautiful as a first kiss to a child. And, she felt, as important.
He sent up another silent prayer to wherever desperate prayers go and took the first step toward what he hoped would be salvation.
