I am grateful for the magic, mystery and majesty of nature – my loyal friend and companion – always there, welcoming and waiting for me to come; to be healed.
Tom NorthTag: nature magic mystery healing
Wicked eyes are not a good prospect for seminary boys. They want a gentle, soft sort of wife, not a wife who looks as though she may sprout wings and carry off the young children of the village. ~Maria "Smythe
Gwenn WrightTag: mystery gothic young-adult historical ya von-strassenberg gwenn-wright alternate-history
It's weird when you wake of from a bad dream and everything is still bad.
Todd StrasserTag: murder mystery suspense hands blood strasser
Be careful what you say...you might end up in my next book!
Michele Lynn SeigfriedTag: government mystery crime award-winning
When we arrive on our floor we head to our rooms, politely bidding each other goodnight. Just as I am about to enter mine, I remember I have his jacket. I can use this to have just one more moment with him tonight. I knock on his door, his lips slightly open when he sees me on the other side.
“You forgot your jacket.” It is still on my shoulders. I turn around to offer it up to him.
“Thank you Shy,” As he says this he takes both of his hands, grabbing each shoulder of the jacket and oh so slowly pulls it off of me, grazing my bare arms and back as he pulls it off. I close my eyes taking in his touch. Each caress of his fingertips feels like one thousand little sparks. How can just the faintest touch from this man set me off like this? Please kiss me. Kiss my neck. I won’t say no. I hold my position for a second more than I should, but it feels so tortuously long. There is nothing, not another touch, not a kiss. I turn to face him again and bid him goodnight. His face looks sad, almost guilty. Every word, every touch, every action tonight was an implication. This keeps us safe from one another. It keeps me safe from him.
“Goodnight Shy,” he says as if dismissing me from his presence.
“Goodnight Taylor.
Tag: romance mystery suspense erotica
What am I to God? Nothing, a murky shadow. My passage on this earth is too rapid to leave any traces; it counts for nothing in space or in time. God really doesn't pay any attention to us, so even if he exists, it's as if he didn't. My form of atheism, however, leads inevitably to an acceptance of the inexplicable. Mystery is inseparable from chance, and our whole universe is a mystery. Since I reject the idea of a divine watchmaker (a notion even more mysterious than the mystery it supposedly explains), then I must consent to live in a kind of shadowy confusion. And insofar as no explication, even the simplest, works for everyone, I've chosen my mystery. At least it keeps my moral freedom intact.
Luis BuñuelTag: existence god atheism atheist mystery
You know, Watson, I don't mind confessing to you that I have always had an idea that I would have made a highly efficient criminal.
Arthur Conan DoyleTag: classic mystery sherlockholmes
I needed a new mystery.
John FowlesTag: mystery dissatisfaction
Yes, the setting (Dartmoor) is a worthy one. If the devil did desire to have a hand in the affairs of men.
Sherlock Holmes
Tag: mystery
The past is always with us. It echoes through every living moment, giving it depth and meaning beyond itself. Sometimes the past is so powerful, those echoes threaten to overwhelm the present.
Trish FeehanTag: mystery psychological-drama contemporary-fiction
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