Live to fight another day was an expression that did not take nto account the loved one who would die because you didn't continue fighting today.

Fighting to protect the people you cared for was one thing. Trusting someone you loved to fight for themselves took a different kind of strength and bravery.

God gives us enemies so we will appreciate those who love us.

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

The killer," the old man said. "He's still there. He doesn't want them in the house.

It'd be like a combination lock. Every new portal would make the number of possible worlds she could have gone to increase exponentially.