hello... how do you do? you finally made it.. good for you.
this is a dream. and as you can see... we've made it be anything you want it to be.
you can go fly, go recolor the sky. this place was made behind the human eye.
this is a dream with a magical theme, and it lives for your wholesome delight.
adventure and sleep now combine in the deep where you live almost every night.
hello... come look at this. we've created things that don't normally exist.
I know nobody likes change. Unless it’s clearly a change for the better; but it pretty much has to smack you across the face and tell you definitively that it is a great, great thing for you to be sure that it’s for the better while it’s still happening. So, basically people hate change, and it’s just a matter of accepting it gracefully. If that’s the case, I seem to be rather uncoordinated when it comes to this acceptance stuff.
His assistants all thought that he had gone mad. They heard him talking when there was no one there. They heard many words, but the most important one was Vivien. It was the name of the only woman that the great wizard Tobias had ever loved.
Poor Tobias, they would murmur. Her death, it was too much for him. He’s gone quite daft.
Christ,
wounded,
bloodied.
The face of Love,
marred.
Sweat and dust
mixing with the blood,
that He is spilling
from His heart.
The heart of God.
Where is the glory?
Why tears?
Where is the gold crown?
Why is this fear?
Why do I see Him crashing down?
Where is the triumph?
Where is the throne?
Who can save Him?
Why is He alone?
My love isn't enough.
My heart is quaking.
Mandrid Wilde and her boyfriend, Zachary Rhodes, had dissappeared without a trace. The two had been so exicted to move into their new hosue with the prospect of marriage lingering on the horizon. Two nights later, when Mandrid's mother paid her a visit, the house had been empty.
"We'll take the home!" Cheerful April Summers said brightly, grabbing her husband's hand. They were a young couple with three children, aged five, seven and nine.
"Alright," Mr. Howards, their agent, said. "Let's see what we can do."
Author's note: This chapter took so long because of that fake chapter I posted. Recall it? The feelings of violence and sudden urges to seize pitchforks that came over you? Well, I realized that chapter was WAY more exciting than everything else I had planned for the story. So now, here's a new version of that chapter with a few SIGNIFICANT changes, so please read it! Also, I'm completely winging the book from now on, so chapters may take awhile, but it's not dead! And neither is Wygate at the end... just so those pitchforks stay in the barn.
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Phorknere
Prologue
The wind was blowing hard and strong, the way all the sailor's on board the great ship liked it.
A big burly, broad and muscular man stood, legs spread far apart as a manly and confident figure. The captain smiled, proud and glowing with excitement and glee. His child was going to be born! His first baby girl, he was sure.
Coming to The Lost Scribes Blog May 15, 2011: Falls the Shadow. The first Christian Steampunk novel of its kind, by authors H.A. Titus, Elynn W. Marshe, and Mary Ruth Pursselley.
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