DAY. WILL comes into his room, goes straight to his table in the window, and arranges pen, ink, and paper. Now he has his ritual: he spins round once in a circle, rubs his hands together and spits on the floor. Then he sits down, picks up his pen, and stares in front of him....
A Garden of the Lord, Chapters I-IICaroline D. Swan
the voice of the lord the voice with profes the volley position the volume of sound the voorish sign the vor game the voyager conspirac the vultures the w risks and benef the waitress asked the wakefield country the walk the walking dead the war of his mother the war of the beard the ...
drug him to sleep, or he would go wild;then he's all right for another year—thinks she’s with him till the last three or four days come round;then he begins to look for her, and gets out his poor old letter, and we come and ask him to read it to us.Lord, she was a ...
'Lord–hang on,’said Uncle Vernon,his face screwed up,a look of dawning comprehension coming into his piggy eyes.'I've heard that name...that was the one who–' 'Murdered my parents,yes,’Harry said. 'But he's gone,’said Uncle Vernon impatiently,without the slightest sign that ...
“These also are the servants of the Lord God,” the old clergyman had said. And there came a bluish dazzling flash of lightning, a lighting up as if of the sun itself, which could burst blocks of rock asunder. The lightning struck and split to the roots the old venerable oak. The ...
Still, the question remains:WHY.“WhyLord?” we plead toward heaven. “Why must good people suffer?” Herbert Lockyer would have us understand: “Harsh plowing yields joyful, bountiful harvests . . . the believer ‘grows rich by his losses, rises by his falls, lives by dying, and becomes...
O young lordlover, what sighs are those For one that will never be thine? But mine, but mine,’ so I sware to the rose, ‘For ever and ever, mine.’ And the soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clash’d in the hall; ...
I figured I’d be safe as a minister of the Lord. Plus, I give sermon after sermon on loving your neighbor. I think I even saw one of the fake cops in the back row of pews one Sunday morning. He kept pointing his index finger at me like a gun. Definition courtesy of “Silva ...
Into her life comes Gervase Mallory. Romantically named, romantically handsome, and, at the time, romantically dressed in blue and gold on his way to a costume ball. It is a shock of attraction for them both and when they meet again they find they both can weave a beautiful fantasy of ...