They inched through dense, heart-stopping darkness. In the distance was what looked like a bright white door cut out of a black wall. Sunni tiptoed towards it, puzzled by its brilliance.
Teresa FlavinTag: mystery young-adult adventures
The riders, clad in crimson and black, stopped to scan the maze. Blaise shrank into the hedge, but one keen-eyed hunter spied him. He raised his crossbow, took careful aim and fired.
Teresa FlavinTag: art history adventure mystery young-adult
That’s where they found the skeletons. Right where you’re standing.
Teresa FlavinTag: adventure mystery novel young-adult
On the Writing Process:
"When in doubt, take it out.,
Tag: mystery writing-advice children-s-books short-stories writing-process anthology picture-books
My name is Markowski. I carry a badge. Also a crucifix, some wooden stakes, a big vial of holy water, and a 9mm Beretta loaded with silver bullets.
I was never a Boy Scout but "Be Prepared" is still a good motto to live by. Especially if you plan to keep living.
Tag: humor mystery paranormal dresdenish
mystery is not founded in ignorance, mystery is founded in imagination
S. Spencer BakerTag: imagination humour ignorance mystery
Oh, sometimes I like to put the sand of doubt into the oyster of my faith." (Br. Cadfael)
Ellis PetersTag: religion faith spirituality mystery theology
There was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which was large certainly but as real as grass, as natural and unaccountable as bloom and branch and their growth.
John CrowleyTag: love reality growth mystery bloom grass branch the-end-of-love unaccountability
A farmer, as one of his farmer correspondents once wrote to Liberty Hyde Bailey, is "a dispenser of the 'Mysteries of God.'"
The husband, unlike the "manager" or the would-be objective scientist, belongs inherently to the complexity and the mystery that is to be husbanded, and so the husbanding mind is both careful and humble.
Tag: humility mystery land farming husbandry
The image of him shifted with the violent frenzy of leaves. He was there and he wasn’t, as the leaves whipped and the lightning fell away in a slow strobe effect across the expanse of sky. How he had gotten up there, I had no idea, but he had been there. Crouched in the tree in the middle of the courtyard, he watched me intently through the open window.
Gwenn WrightTag: murder college mystery suspense
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