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“I can . . . make your life . . . better.” Fuck, I hope she understands my meaning. “There are certain . . . things . . . I can help you with.” She blinks at me. “Why can’t you just speak normally?” She throws her hands up with an exasperated huff. “I thought you said there were no cameras here.” I give her a look. “Fuck off. I was trying to be mysterious.”

“Although social relationships may be crippled by acrimonious minefields, manipulative psychological gambits or mysterious undercurrent power games, a number of social tell-tale flickers might help us in finding a lucid interpretation of hazy circumstances. ("Trompe le pied.")”

“He knew perfectly well (even if he wasn’t inclined to admit it) that the material body had a spiritual aspect. He knew that “spirit,” however explained, was real, because of his own undeniable experiences—which, though he might suppress them, he couldn’t altogether erase from memory.”

“Our lives really do seem strange and mysterious when you look back on them. Filled with unbelievably bizarre coincidences and unpredictable, zigzagging developments. While they are unfolding, it’s hard to see anything weird about them, no matter how closely you pay attention to your surroundings. In the midst of the everyday, these things may strike you as simply ordinary things, a matter of course. They might not be logical, but time has to pass before you can see if something is logical.”

“Hello, priest," Lord Lucian said, his voice low and velvety, yet laced with an undercurrent of menace. "How about saying hello to God for me?” Father Michael swallowed hard. “I—I’ll pray…” The congregation’s collective breath hung in the silence. Lucian’s smile was a thing of winter—beautiful, cold, and merciless. “That’s the thing, Father. I’ve studied Him for centuries without breath, and I’ve noticed something.” From-When Darkness Loves:Shadows Bleed.”

“Shadow On The Lake by Stewart Stafford Neighbour coughing up phlegm, As Stefan began his morning jog, With an elderly shadow escort, His stooping gait shocked him. Outcast sleeper in their lakeside car, Windows fogged with condensation, Homeless sightseer or lost tourist? Absconded prisoner, lovers entwined? He left the stranger(s) undisturbed, Pulling a sharp U-turn at the lake, His aged shape still fleet of foot, Dormant fugitive(s) eating his dust. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

“The pieces of the puzzle are visible, but not the grand design. Images flicker and dance like memories, hinting at events to come. They scatter the moment I reach for them only to re-form to taunt me. I who never truly possessed them, nor may I ever. They do tell me this: a time of great change approaches and it’s not enough to watch. We must act. We can’t count on others to do our work for us or all may be lost. - Oracle Lilian’s Diary, Winter of 3765”

“The greatest book is one written by your pen, but not exactly from your mind.”