H.D. Gordon

“You can't be brave if you're not scared.”

“Oh, Warrior. Please don't cry every time I kiss you.”

“Do not allow yourself to be full of hate, princess. Hate is a heavy thing. It weighs us down, chaining us in a dark place. You focus on your love. If you want to be free of this heavy darkness you feel, focus on your love. Love is a chariot with a skeleton key to the chains which hate can wrap around you. To love is to be free.”

“There is no feeling that is comparable to that of being truly lost. I don’t mean lost in the woods, or desert, but lost in the way that only can happen internally. Lost to the deepest,blackest pit of your soul, clinging to ghosts of past times, when you thought you knew who andwhat you were. When this happens, you have two choices; you can give in to your darkest inclinations,and accept what you are, or you can fight, knowing that it is a losing battle, that the good halfof your soul is strong, but can never erase the bad part.”

“A Searcher, a Wolf Son and a Warrior,” she announced. I suppressed a laugh. I almost expected her to say “walked into a bar.”

“I hate it when you do that,” he said.“What?”A pause. “Put clothes on.”

“In the end, we all die. This is not of question. Inarguable. No mystery lay here. The mystery dwells in two questions: How long will our story be, and of what will the pages read?”

“Where are my manners? We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Surah.”

“Why do I always have to remind you to look to where the danger waits, Warrior. Sheesh, what would you do without me?“Uh, not be a murderous psycho?”Very funny.”

“I stepped out of the circle of his arms with reluctance and patted him on his butt. “That’ll do, donkey,” I said, in my best Scottish accent.”

“Maybe I should punch myself in the face and see if you scream.”

“Did you skip your medication or something?”

“What, did I just step into the twilight zone?”

“If God had called me up to heaven, and told me that I was allowed to build a man to belong to me, I would have built myself a Kayden.”

“As writers, we feel things deeper than other people, we hurt more, we love bigger, we cry harder and we smile wider. This is the essence, the fuel, to what we do.”