One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. “They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.
Jude was good. But he let his fear and jealousy get to him. Daniel shrugged. 'Fear leads toanger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side.
That's what makes it so right. Your eyes—your soul is there, but the rest of you is still so undefined. That's the beauty of childhood. The eyes show everything you've seen so far, but the rest of you is still so open to possibility, to whatever you might become.
We don't forgive people because they deserve it. We forgive them becausethey need it--because we need it. I'm sure you felt much better after forgiving your son.
You know some religious scholars believe that when faced with overwhelming temptation you should commit a small sin just to relieve the pressure a bit.
Blood fills my mouth. Fire sears my veins. I choke back a howl. The silver knife slips--thechoice is mine.I am death or life. I am salvation or destruction. Angel or demon.I am grace.I plunge in the knife.This is my sacrifice--I am the monster.
There are a lot of bad things out there. Things the Hounds of Heaven werecreated to destroy. He trailed his finger down the side of my face. I can't be the hero you wantme to be--at least not in that way. But you can, Grace. You don't have to become one of the darkones. You can fight it. You can turn this curse into a blessing. You can become the hero. Youcan become truly divine.