No One Ever Goes Into Battle Thinking

I Never Could Understand Why Some Writers Treat Women As Helpless. Every Woman I Know Is Strong In Her Own Unique Way.

Her Green Eyes Came Unafraid To His. The Connection Was So Intense That It Threatened To Drain His Sense Of Self. He Felt That He Had Always Known Her, That She Had Always Been A Part Of Him, That Her Needs Were His Needs.

Dancing With Death Meant Being Committed To Killing, Committed With Your Heart And Soul.

I Often Hear People Say That They Read To Escape Reality, But I Believe That What They’re Really Doing Is Reading To Find Reason For Hope, To Find Strength. While A Bad Book Leaves Readers With A Sense Of Hopelessness And Despair, A Good Novel, Through Stories Of Values Realized, Of Wrongs Righted, Can Bring To Readers A Connection To The Wonder Of Life. A Good Novel Shows How Life Can And Ought To Be Lived. It Not Only Entertains But Energizes And Uplifts Readers.

Over The Millennia The Seed Of Stories Planted In The Fertile Soil Of Bits And Scraps Of Facts Was Watered By Wishes And Began To Take Root And Grow. Eventually, A Bountiful Fruit Of Rumors Burst Forth, To Be Spread On The Wind Of Whispers That Said We Hid A Fabled Hoard Of Gold. Nothing Could Convince The Believers That It Was Not True. The Truth Does Not Glitter For These People Like Gold Does.