Do you know why the leaves change colour, Makin?" They did look spectacular. The forest had grown around us as we traveled and the canopy burned with colour, from deepest red to flame orange, an autumn fire spreading in defiance of the rain. "I don't...
Dark times call for dark choices. Choose me.
We can’t be trapped by fear. Lives lived within such walls are just slower deaths.
It's an irony of our times that men seeking peace must make war.
Nothing can be cut away. Even the worst of our memories is part of the foundation that keeps us in the world.
