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Chapter 3. The Charmers. Sophrayni moved through the square like a breeze, no one noticed. The charmers were everywhere—chatting, bartering,...

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] They bound those hands that healed* when Peter used his sword** to cut off Malchus’ ear –Christ touched –...

He went up the field along the fence and then cut in across the rows, and by the fourth row he was running. He went over the hood of somebody's car...

The stories we're told in our childhood might stay with us longer than you'd expect!

The beauty of Bame blazed, ignited by the Afternoon sun. Its cobbled streets were reanimated from their state the night before, bustling with people...

Recently, a good friend from the area passed on unexpectedly. Those who are left behind grieve his passage. He was a pleasant husband, father and...

Chapter 2: The Journey Begins. The black dress hung from the rafters like a shadow waiting to fall. Sophrayni stared at it for a long time, arms...

No idea what I'll do with this, just some passage I've done. The character is supposed to be a very 'fake' and vain rich megachurch pastor visting the very real victims of a very real natural disaster -- the human coming from his internal monologue vs his outward image. No plot ideas yet.