She was what an aristocrat should be, porcelain and silk, unreachable, gracious, untainted by the dust of all this common death.

Anything unnatural was not naturally believed. Faith, in essence, was unnatural.

One day I’m going to find a way to rid you of that beast resting on your arm. (Artemis) (He looked at her over his shoulder.) And one day I’m going to find a way to rid myself of the beast resting on my back. (Acheron)

What I loathe is the multi-national conglomerates who must take responsibility for the degradation and pollution of so much of our landscape with their factory farming and greed.

Written By Fay Godwin

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