As he had kissed her neck, she could not repress the feeling she was a lamb making time with a wolf.

If he had to spend the evening with madwomen, he would prefer at least one of them be willing to let him grope her.

Beyond these moments, she could hardly count the fumbling ministrations of boys in high school who, even to her senior prom, never went beyond sticky pleasantries. With one exception, it was just a sort of...

Once everyone thought you were crazy, they ignored you even when you told the truth.

She mourned the history that the invisible intruder had erased, but not enough that she would spend a second more of her future feeling the emptiness.

Maybe it is like Pascal’s Wager, but I want to believe in the immortality of the soul because consciousness is such a fantastic gift that is feels cruel and unfair to end it so quickly.

Ethically, she couldn’t cause the suffering of any living thing. Logically, bacon cheeseburgers were delicious.

A modern culture built on the back of dying gods immerses me.

Like any man, he had no real protection from an unsolicited kiss from a pretty woman, even one he had just murdered.

Natural law has decreed it so. Isn’t death as much a part of the flow as life? Why fight it? Because maybe the flow splashes into a bottomless pit past that blind turn.

I know for a fact the first UFOs reported in modern times, just before the crash at Roswell, were boomerang shaped and were reported as ‘flying saucers’ to describe the motion of their flight, like...

Roselyn adored the scent of sex, the wafting aroma of angel fontanels before they earn their halos.

Our brains want God even as our minds debunk the divine.

She kissed him… long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had been through.

Vampires did not avoid mirrors because they cast no reflection but because mirrors became so unflattering with the illusion of fuzzy focus wrenched away.

If you think it is spiritual to burn food in front of starving people in hopes that your gods will bring this back to you in triplicate, you are missing the point and sowing animosity...

Her mother admonished through closed lips, the sound a mother can make mean anything from “pick up your socks” to “we are very disappointed you have murdered those orphans.

It was as though he had secrets, and he wanted you to know he would keep them for the pleasure of depriving you of their taste.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

Humanity expects there to be vast conspiracies, even if they will not admit it in polite company. It is understood shadowy conspirators must thereby be somewhere.

enough people disagree with what Jesus is to prevent Him from…from manifesting, as such. And billions don’t believe He existed at all. He is a legend, a myth. A Jewish carpenter people ignore while committing...

Pagans can be just as monstrous as any other group. They can be murderers, rapists, pedophiles. We need to accept that they are our problem and deal with them. We need to speak against their...

She harbored the childhood presumption that the truly scary things could only find her in the night.

College is a blossoming new world of genital opportunity.

He’s very good at chaining girls. He can make cold steel feel like silk.

Pagans earn their reputations for relaxed sexual mores, often in rebellion from the repression of their religions during adolescence. At a Pagan festival, one need only lower one’s guard to be offered sex under the...

Though denigrated by some outside academia and research, she embraced knowledge for its own sake and what better way to honor that than reveling in the intricacies of the brain? If there were any answers...

Opening her mouth to take a bite seemed forward. Chewing? Obscene. Mutual mastication was out of the question.

We’re not mad,” he began, meaning he was. He was always a plural when mad, as though grammatically throwing his lot in with her mother gave him the power of her authority.

My mother buys a handful of wishing beans, which just seem to be white, dry beans with no specific magickal import. She will parse these out over the months when she feels her family members...

That these people are wandering around, looking for aliens to justify the emptiness inside them and let them feel special without effort, creeps me out.

The body tries to stop the mind from killing itself, no matter the cost. It is only the lack of strength, the fatigue that lets the jumpers fall at last.

Everyone you meet is an aspect of the gods and has a lesson to teach you.

When I see the moon on a clear night, I do say “blessed be” and I remind myself to be grateful to the universe that I happen to exist in such a lovely and wondrous...

They act as if their religion were a celestial gumball machine, taking no blame for personal failures because they won’t manifest their will in the real world by working for their goals.

Despite what novels implied, vampirism did not make stalking sexy.

The night sky made her feel infinite before she knew the word.

Being certain one is alive isn’t something to which one pays mind. If you could ask the question, you were fine. If you could not, hopefully you had a cozy coffin.

My faith is a tool I employ, a metaphorical context I find apt, but it is inert until placed in a hand that needs it.

Those who mouth your sacred words with an accent you deem wrong annoy you more than those speaking something you cannot understand.

Paganism is the default of most children, since they excel at magical thinking.

…He sounded as though he had just seen The Pokey Little Puppy meet the business end of The Little Engine That Could.

None of us just pop into the world fully formed, so it’s the little facts that make us.

Childhood is this time of magic and monsters; hoping for one and fearing the other… The worst part of being a kid is discovering which one exists… So, I chose to believe in magic.

You look like something the cat coughed up, dragged through dirt, ate, and coughed up again.

The whole concept of some stranger making his way down our chimney – not that we had one – suggested burglary more readily than generosity. Any Santa who tried it would have gotten a bullet...

Nothing in my beliefs tells me to let my relationship with the divine interfere with romantic love, the friction of sects never getting in the way of the friction of sex.

If she had some level of theism, we might have a shared theological root from which I could shape holy words.

I honor the divine on a daily basis, but I want to know that the greatest magick in my life is living authentically with what I have and can do.

They had perfected their team nagging to a level where they no longer had to confer and felt they would be wasting their talents if they only admonished their own children.