Choosing Love Or War: Both Are Brave

With God On Your Side, What Does Luck Matter?

Some Secrets, She Thought, Were Better Told; Some Were Better Left The Burden Of The Carrier, That They Might Not Cause Pain To Others.

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.

They Also Said She Was Unconscious And That Valentine Wasn’t Happy About It. He Seems To Be Waiting For Her To Wake Up.” “i’d Stay Unconscious If I Were Her,” Isabelle Muttered.

We’re Nephilim. Every One Of Our Life’s Passages Has Some Mystical Component — Our Births, Our Deaths, Our, Marriages, Everything Has A Ceremony And A Rune. There Is One As Well If You Wish To Become Someone’s Parabatai. It’s No Small Commitment.