Laws on killing, even God’s demands, didn’t allow for peace. Not always. There’d still be pain; missing that child would break her parents’ hearts. But what Helen knew, what she’d seen in those woods, would...

I thought of the old proverb: Where there are three physicians, there are two atheists.

[Ilse] was suffering so keenly that she wanted to arraign the universe at the bar of her pain.

She would never be caught unprepared again, she swore to herself. She would never trust. Never love. Never put faith in other human beings again. She would learn all she could of the shape and...

…such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin.

When nothing becomes the vocalThen nothing becomes the focalAnd nothing’s becoming at all

People who have recently lost someone have a certain look, recognizable maybe only to those who have seen that look on their own faces. I have noticed it on my face and I notice it...

I wish to go down under the waters—the cool, crystalline waters that I knew, where allthat is, here, existing, isis only to be lost within the susurrationsand the rumours of water and the evening starwe...

You do trust him, though, Giddon?””Holt, who is stealing your sculptures and is of questionable mental health?””Yes.””I trusted him five minutes ago. Now I’m at a bit of a loss.””Your opinion five minutes ago is...

I see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman’s power to choose who...

She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.

Maybe awful things is how God speaks to us, Vernon thought, trudging up the lightless tunnel. Maybe folks don’t trust in good things no more. Maybe awful things is all God’s got to remind us...

It isn’t fair how I doubt him, and I wonder if he’ll ever gather that my loss of faith extends further than I’d ever known it would, severing lines of trust and leveling my confidence...