“Your wound, I know the cure,” he muttered in the Saracen tongue, which I had learned to mastery before the journey.
The Healer of Montgisard We were told before we departed that a man’s life cannot be taken, unless he gives it away; that if we wish to guard our souls, we hold fast to the sword, for the soul that dives to battle takes it wing from the limbs. But on the ship to Ascalon […]More
There’s no room for uniqueness in balance.Yes, balance. The problem I see with balance is in the end everyone is the same. It’s balanced and no one outshines the other. Two is the same as one. It is a normalization. It would compare to being graded on the curve after taking a test. It’s representative […]More
Liz and Julia are driving down a rural road. They are on their way to the farmers market. Liz is driving. “How far do we have to go?” asks Julia. “Not far, just about twenty minutes,” Liz answers. “Fifteen miles more. How are you coming along with your story?” “Well, it’s coming along but […]More