Did I just see the tip of his tongue protrude from its enamel cage…
Why do you persist when giving up is so much easier?
Great loves are like empires
I used to think people fed pigeons out of kindness, that it came from that portion of the human heart that longs to help, to serve, and even to protect.
He still trusted his strength and his memory, but not his judgement. That part was no longer with him. It escaped somehow when he wasn’t paying attention.
Her father stood up from his seat slowly until he towered over the Mayor whose head now reached no higher than the Butcher’s paunch. And like the volcano that created their island, he erupted…
Then she saw him, the veil of ignorance pulled back suddenly and with no warning.