In The Chapel You Prayed

What Is Written Beneath This Heavy Handsome Book Cover Will Count, So Sayeth This Cover.

Our Language Needs Endless Synonyms For Beautiful; The Eyes Could See What The Tongue Cannot Possibly Describe.

Oh To Have You With Me, To Have You Here, Not To Be Alone, But To Be With You, My Beauty, You Of All Souls! You.

Anger Is Too Pathetic. Anger Is As Weak As Fear.

Do We Have To Confess Our Loves To Everyone?" Asked Thorne Softly. "can We Not Keep Some Secrets?