It was a universally known truth that all things must come to an end, still Death never expected his own passing to be counted among these finalities, but now, in his remaining moments, he finally understood loss and cried blood tears for all the lives he had so callously taken.

Rory had the strictest of fathers who raised him to fear nothing he could name and he remained fearless until he met she who would become his soulmate, an unnatural beauty who set up her domain within the very heart of his nightmares and who had no given name.

No one could understand why Laurence was fixated on Patricia because they were unable to view her through his eyes. To him, her raven hair was the night sky, her alabaster face was the moon, and he was the lone astronaut forever caught within her orbit.

Arquette didn’t believe in things outside himself, things that couldn’t be proven like the existence of supernatural phenomenon, extraterrestrial visitation, a higher being or prophecies, that is until he happened to glance into Marcella’s eyes and spied a timeless sequence of events which separated their reincarnated selves from one another in order to preserve the existence of the human race.

Slick sheets of tears poured from the clouds of my Rosalinda’s azure eyes, streaking black and violet lightning across the alabaster plane of the only home I had ever known and I was the storm bringer.

Gerald could place his hand on a stack of Bibles and swear that he truly loved his wife without fear of being struck by lightning because in truth he loved that woman within the depths of his heart.

The numerous affairs? They were merely physical attractions played through to their natural conclusions. He had no choice, really. What was a man to do with a wife who sadly looked so much better in his memory and in photographs than in person?