For me, every soul has something to give, something to teach us, and it’s our responsibility – no, privilege – to give what we can, to love when we can. – Inanna Sharru-kinu.

Like a constantly rolling sphere, the Cycle of Life did not necessarily follow a straight line; it could curve into a better, brighter Path or a darker, bleaker Path, based on the force of choices made.

Pain is transitory despite its depths. Hate eventually eats itself into a hollow void. Sadness can last only as long as life itself. But love, love extends beyound reason and time. – Excerpt from the Lost Chapters of the Ecliptic Scrolls.

Involuntarily, Valarius felt a stab of envy, but he tamped it down. He had no right to feel possessiveness toward her. He was nothing, and she, she was everything.

Who are we truly? The one we are born or the one we are made? Where does our path lead? The one with footprints behind us or the one that Destiny laid?

He would do what he had to do. He would do everything in his power to protect those he loved. As long as he could live with his conscience afterwards. – Gabriel D’Angelo.

The women were beautiful, but they hadn’t been attractive. Not to Devlin, anyway. Grace Darling was attractive, not beautiful. But apparently, at this juncture of Devlin’s accumulated experience, Grace was the only female who attracted him. That made her special. Unique.

The past is written but incomplete, each story a footprint amongst countless feet. The truth is revealed but only a grain, a speck of sand amongst a vast desert plain.

How do we know the brilliance of Light if there is no Darkness to remind us? How do we thrive in the night without the sunrise to warm us?

He was wearing sunglasses despite the descending dark, but she could recognize him by his long, smooth strides from a mile away, the way his wide shoulders moved in sync with his narrow hips and tight ass. Meow. He could strut her catwalk any time.