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In the same year, Nicholas re-married to a Filipino woman named May who is in her early thirties from Canada. The woman was petite and her fair skin accentuated her piercing short black hair. Luz welcomed her with open arms, as she knew how it felt to be treated badly by her husband’s in-laws. Little did she know at the time it would happen all over again to her. Like any beginnings it always seem to start well with…

Beyond the Wall is a vast icy wasteland haunted with unknown terrors and secrets. There is freedom but there is a price-living is harsh, the gods are cruel, and the odds are stacked against you. Craster has mastered the art of survival in this cold wilderness and managed to carved out a place for himself and his family. He’s a shrewd and resourceful man who never shared his secret to success. Many aspects of his life remain a mystery yet one thing is certain: there is, at least, one mantle up…

It was magical, beautiful and confusing all at once. How can this be my worst nightmare? How can this kill me? “Hahaha!” I hear giggling from a distance and as it sounds again I know what little pink lips that it’s coming from. “Mommy come on!” I start to tear up and watch as a beautiful little 3 year old, with her bright green eyes and majestic blonde hair, sprint past me in joy. It all looked so happy. My beautiful daughter, Jess, looked…

I when think about how happy I used to be, and I wonder. I wonder if this was how my life was supposed to turn out. Was I supposed to feel as if heavy downpour was constantly falling on me? Because I do now. I used to be free. With him. I am trudging through this dark and deadly world on my own. No one remembers me. But I don't care. I still remember him like he was here only yesterday... * * * 17-year-old Violet Adams laughed as she ran to keep up with Mark Wilcox after he took off…

Breakfast, the most important meal of the day, especially the day of a robbery. I was going to need it because this is the only day in my life that I have ever felt alive. It started with steak and eggs, and I ate as our group of thieves planned the route that we were going to take to get in, even though I was to anxious to really pay attention. As I sipped my coffee, looking at that beige cup, the only thing I could think about was my share. My share, why do I get so little and they get so much…

beautiful. Simply beautiful, as if that one single word could even come close to describing what I felt when I looked at her. Her long dark hair hanging down her back in waves. Those porcelain plump cheeks when she looks at me and smiles. Even those piercing green eyes that never seemed to stop sparkling. To the depths of my soul, now I know. Now I know why I survived, why I picked myself up off the floor when I felt my world crumble. When I thought the war had won.…

“Well, thank you. I don’t think that I have been the same since I left either. The real world is just so miserable, it has kind of thrown me into a state of darkness,” I said staring at my feet hoping that The Keeper wouldn’t ask questions. “Well, I see that you and The Realm of Sand have a lot in common,” he said. The statement forced me to look back at The Keeper. Noticing my questioning stare he continued. “ You see, Winter, ever since your departure from The Realm of Sand darkness has taken…

Jubilation for Victory in War: If we start by surveying the secular uses of the verb and its noun, we will see just what kind of enthusiasm we are dealing with. Isaiah compares the gladness that Israel will feel at the coming of the Messiah to the jubilation (yagilu) that warriors have when they divide the plunder (Isa. 9:3b). Habakkuk also uses the word to describe the joy that the Babylonians will have (yagil) when they capture the Hebrews like fish in a net (Hab. 1:15). Zephaniah extends…

The hermit set out of camp at midnight, carrying his backpack and his bag of break-in tools, and threaded through the forest, rock to root to rock, every step memorized. Not a boot print left behind. It was cold and nearly moonless, a fine night for a raid, so he hiked about an hour to the Pine Tree summer camp, a few dozen cabins spread along the shoreline of North Pond in central Maine. With an expert twist of a screwdriver, he popped open a door of the dining hall and slipped inside, scanning…

Pangea book one: Covenant I Merrick Part 1: The beginning I have never been the best student in class. I’ve never turned in a homework nor my attendance was perfect, but why anything weird or extremely strange does needs to happen to me. Oh sorry, my name is Merrick I'm from the air civilization. Yea, the world is divided into five civilizations. Fire, those cocky bastards never lose a fight, I would not recommend having a contest or some other kind of competition with them. Earth, those…