The earth may not be flat, but it sure in the heck ain't round.

For God’s sake, man,” Ovid nearly shouted, “the damn globe is catching fire, and the islands are drowning. The evidence is staring them in the face.

As she looked at him, her dark gray eyes went slowly from astonishment to stillness, then to a strange expression that resembled a look of weariness, except that it seemed to reflect much more than the endurance of this one moment.

Tenemos tres tipos de familia: aquéllos de los que nacemos, aquéllos que nacen de nosotros y aquéllos que llevamos en el corazón.

Written By Sherrilyn Kenyon

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