There had been a frozen mist here, and the trees were spun into feathers. Their fragile brilliance made me wonder why, into the spotlessness of Creat….

But what virtue I do have is in me and of me. Men deny the good that comes from themselves, calling it God. So do they with their won evil, calling i….

I followed him up the stairs. I was a fornicator, of unnatural appetite, in thrall to an Atheist. I repeated the words in my head and tried to feel t….

Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant. Speak to me..

I wondered at him, so wise and so foolish, to have lived with me all these months and not know that the worst storms break inside a man..