historical-fiction

You are there and to their ears, being a Syrian sounds like you__e unclean, shameful, indecent; it__ like you owe the world an apology for your very existence.

Ghosts!_ gasped Alice. __eal, live ghosts?___o! Not __eal, live ghosts!_ Spooky, dead ghosts!

Two people, one city, different times; connected by a memoir. Can love exist in a city destined for decades of misery?

The heavy rain dripped off his thick leather hat and sloshed on the dry hard ground. To someone with a soul, it might have been peaceful, pretty, even to watch the drops bounce and form graceful puddles before they disappeared into the cracks in the Earth.Daniel Marlin merely cursed. He only saw the weather as another delay before they could rescue their brother from jail. He turned the horse back into the copse of trees, hating to admit defeat.

Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.

You know, Dorothy, you can__ let people bring you down so easily or you__l have your nose in the dirt for the rest of your life. From what I make of it, for every person with a good thought, there are about fifty who__ try to spoil it. We have to guard our good ideas, our happy thoughts, and fight for them. Because if we let those others snuff them out, well, we didn__ after all deserve them.

It is easier to start a war than to end it.

There are some corrupt Christians who do their business with female donkeys.

---Sleeps through the washes of the morning's colors and the warm brilliance of sunrise. She sleeps in a world where she remembers, perfectly, every detail about her husband, this day, that sentence, another touch. She will remember it all in the deepest sleep, and lose it again the moment her eyes open and she wonders how late it must be for the sun to already be so high and then remembers, in the next instant, what happened the day before.

A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

God wanted him to go to Him with his deepest needs, to stop looking elsewhere, so that he could be made whole again.

Nothing good in this world comes free! For everything there__ a payment of time or money or soul!

I__ a soldier. Believe me when I say that the greatest weapon anyone can use is not the sword but love. One day the world will see that and it won__ need men like me anymore._-Antoine (from Twiceborn)

Good to see you too, Otto." -Sydney Rose

The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.

Where have they gone?" "Wherever magicians used to go. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain.

Criminal activity exploded throughout the city _ thugs multiplied by the thousands. Without fear of rebuke, there was nothing to stop them. It is the ultimate penalty that comes with tolerating the intolerant.

He is only fifteen! Does she really think he is prepared for marriage, especially with his intellectual range of a teacup?