The Devil Colony

The truth is often one's best shield.

If God had wanted men to ride bikes, He wouldn't have put our balls where they are.

The past is the past. It's now up to us to sustain our own culture. We only lose what we fail to nurture.

The richest harvest comes from best-tilled soil.

Who Are the Children of Lehi?” by D. Jeffrey Meldrum and Trent D. Stephens.

My colleague deciphered some bits of the writing on the wolf-totem jar. He found a smattering of words and phrases that spoke of death and destruction. Nothing more." "So basically a waning label," Painter said. Kowalski frowned, "Why didn't they just slap it with a skull and crossbones to begin with? It would've saved everyone a bunch of trouble.

Just about done here.” Kowalski sat cross-legged on the ground. Coiled at his feet was a spool of detonation cord threaded through cubes of C4. “It’s just like stringing popcorn.” “Remind me not to come over to your house for Christmas.” He shrugged. “Christmas is okay. It’s Fourth of July that scares most people away.” Painter could only imagine. Kowalski plus fireworks. Not a good combination.