Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant. Speak to me.
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… - Maria Mccann
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…
- Maria Mccann
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… - Maria Mccann
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…
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… - Maria Mccann
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…
Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant. Speak to me. - Maria Mccann
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. - Maria Mccann
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.
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