She mourned the history that the invisible intruder had erased, but not enough that she would spend a second more of her future feeling the emptiness.

Time owed an alliance to the undying.

My soul is not satisfied with an inert universe. The gods may not make a habit of speaking to me personally, but I can't help but whisper comments to them.

Kissing a stranger because that is what is done presages an unhappy year not for any supernatural reason, but because you are unsatisfied enough with your lot in life to put your lips on the line for a fallacy.

Having ascended to some spiritual strength by focusing on the power of the feminine, it is no doubt tempting to wield this strength against that which triggers memories of having once been weaker.

She harbored the childhood presumption that the truly scary things could only find her in the night.