I Like The Truth, Even When It

Wake The Sleeper Must, And Confront His Fears, Or Risk Being Lost In The Dark Places Of The Mind Forever.

You Thought You’d Never Give Up Your Vocation, A Voice Whispered Inside Me. You Thought You’d Never Even Consider It. But You’ve Met The One Man Who Could Change Your Mind. He Is Your Perfect Complement. He Is Cathal To Your Clodagh; He Is Bran To Your Liadan. No Wonder You Conjured Up Those Images. No Wonder They Make You Weep.

The Warmth Of His Embrace Soaked Into Me, A Powerful Charm Against The Dark Things.

Trust Can Be A Hard Lesson; Hope Still More Difficult.

This Had Been Real: Real In Its Flaws And Uncertainties, Real In Its Small Triumphs, Real In Its Compromises And Understanding.