historical-fiction

How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How many times before the damage is irreparable?

Peggy is a sovereign nation. She governs herself and those around her by her own laws.

Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted. - Eighth Amendment, United States Constitution

ANTONIO PONT_N__ TRIAL made front page headlines across major newspapers. On April 17, 1915, the Schenectady Gazette headline read, __rial of Ponton on the Charge of Committing one of Most Startling Murders in History of County.

That would be awkwarder--for her, at least--than expiring in his bedroom. And yes, she knew that wasn't a word.She reached his door without either fainting or falling, and counted it as a victory already. And then she raised her hand to knock, but the door whooshed open, and she was pulled inside."I was hoping," he began, before lowering his mouth onto hers.

When you live in my house, you learn to be fine with whatever you come across. It's the only way to stay sane in insanity.

By nature, it's impossible to describe enlightenment! How do you plan on sharing your enlightenment? Hahaha, that's impossible. Wake up! That'll be the end of the world if you ever succeed!

John had been a footman nearly all of his adult life. He knew decorum and appropriate behavior for his situation. But when he glanced from one twin to another, he nearly ruined his reputation and self-respect forever with...a smile.

War is a terrible, bloody thing.

A story is a wondrous invention.

To survive one tragedy was to learn you cannot survive them all, and this knowledge was both a freedom and a great loss.

One's child is always one's child no matter what age they might be. You worry when your child makes a noise, when he doesn't. It's a terrible kind of love. Terrible.

The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt.

A Quote from Monty's journal in GOD MUST BE WEEPING. "I felt as anonymous as a grain of sand.

We cannot save everyone, can we?_ I said to her as we continued walking on our way. I turned my head back only to find the spot the beggar had occupied empty. __ot everyone,_ she said. She took my hand once more in hers, kissed the back of it, and finished one of the sincerest axioms I had heard in sometime. __e must save,_ she said, __nly the ones we can while we can.__eila Bakr, in A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN, and speaking to her love, John Lockwood

I am German, yes, but I am not a Nazi. There is a difference, and one day I hope you understand that.

The spicy sweet fragrance of the large full blooms, which rambled over the side and top of an arched metal framework, welcomed them as they walked beneath them. Shafts of sunlight pierced the canopy, dust motes floating languorously in the golden beams that spotlighted clumps of wayward snowdrops growing in the lawn.

My wishing star glowed slightly and winked back at me. I could almost hear its voice, tinkling like wind chimes and church bells, reassuring me that everything would return to normal.