He had to die someday too. He might do it on sheets with a six-hundred-plus thread count, but he’d die just the same. Death wouldn’t forget about him.

in the spirit.” They use and abuse God and Christianity just like they would use any other substance in their life. They search for the experiences, but not God.

God is a supernatural being, and a paranormal experience.

Ivy!’ I stammered, then glared at Kisten. ‘You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?

Now, if the writers of these four books [Gospels] had gone into a court of justice to prove an alibi, (for it is of the nature of an alibi that is here attempted to be...

I walk this road of flames and danger alone. To see the ocean of dreams. And drink from its endless freedom that flows though our vein’s to be someone/something much more than human.

There was a bright flash of brilliant white light, like the midday summer sun reflecting off of a freshly cleaned mirror.And then it was gone.

Sometimes I wonder about good and evil. If the villain wins, isn’t he heralded as the hero? I’ve tried so hard to be good since that day, but sometimes I wonder whether it’s even worth...