In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred,It is a paryer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.

They say the first of my kind was Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the languages of birds and was gifted with their form.

My prayer is simple my dear one, my dear one. May you never need understand. My prayer is for peacetime, my child, my child. Live it well and this life can be grand.

I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn’t easy to give. But it is all I ask.

Fate has a twisted sense of humor.

I’m standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.

Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.

Live it well and this life can be grand.

A story isn’t a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It’s an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.