Child, think not of those things, those dark possibilities. Your father and brothers are here with you today. Lavain will tug at your braids, Tirry will sing you songs, and your father will see his wife's beauty in you. Savor… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“Nate liked Death. Death was in the clothes that he wore and the music he listened to. He would wrap himself in a black… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things? — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
As I say the words, I realize how true they are. And maybe that's the trick to getting through it, through life: realizing that… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against the emerald carpet, the warriors make war, and it is like a dance, almost beautiful, always macabre. The noise brings me back, the fearsome noise of swords striking swords, a metallic clanging that rings in my… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share
They say no land remains to be discovered, no continent is left unexplored. But the whole world is out there, waiting, just waiting for me. I want to do things-- I want to walk the rain-soaked streets of London, and drink mint tea in Casablanca. I want to wander the wastelands of the Gobi desert and see a yak. I… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share
Child, think not of those things, those dark possibilities. Your father and brothers are here with you today. Lavain will tug at your braids,… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk until I come to a pile of hay bales and plop myself down. The sun is bright and the air is sharp. In the distance I hear the lowing of cows. It's so peaceful here. "Merry… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share
“I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“I am Elaine dughter of Barnard of Ascolat. Motherless. Sisterless. I sing these words to you now, because the point of light grows smaller ever smaller now, ever more distant now. And with this song, I pray I may push back the tides of war and death. So, I sing these words that this light, this tiny ray of light… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share
“There is a look in his eye, a heavy look that makes him seem older, as though in one night he has lived one… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
