Ocean Light

My ego is dented,” he muttered. “He came to you because his mate made him.” Kaia poked him in the chest. “You can have matching dented egos.

We cannot forget joy. No matter how deep our rage and pain.

I love you, Kaia Luna.” Never had he spoken those three words to a lover. “With all of the man I am, the good and the bad, the mistakes and the glories. I love you to the depths of my being, and if tomorrow I don’t wake as me—

Fear is a thief that comes in the bright light of day, an intruder arrogant and assured.

It’s like a disease that crosses racial boundaries and is confined to the male sex—use towel, drop it.

Bridges are built over thin air. Someone must lay the first plank, the first brick, take the risk.

I want the stars for you.

You either fight or you curl up and die. Only two choices.

Choices, we tell ourselves we have choices. So foolish are mortals. An amusement to the Fates.

Wybór, — mówimy sobie, — mamy wybór. Tak głupi potrafią być tylko śmiertelnicy. To tylko loteria — zabawa losu. —Adina Mercant, poeta (ur. 1832, zm. 1901)

He’s awake?” “Yes, and thinks he’s a brain in a jar. Can I take the tape off his eyes?

But on this night, Bowen Adrian Knight and Kaleb Krychek had, together, laid the first brick.