Dhartha’s deep blue eyes flashed. “This is not about pride, Aurelius Venport. This is only about killing a pest of the desert.

We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the “Es muss sein!” to our own great love.

Union in action with the triune God is Christian spirituality. That is where the life is drawing its substance from God.

Doon was touched. Kenny looked like a tiny little wisp, but there was something strong inside him. --People of Sparks--

Written By Jeanne DuPrau

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