“A city finds its life through the humans who inhabit it. When they go, what is truly left? Just silent stones, witnesses… — Michael Puttonen Copy Share Image
“He claimed that no act or thought that did not have love as its purpose was of God. Love was the secret of God’s… — Michael Puttonen Copy Share Image
“Brilna, meanwhile, had attached a vacant look to her face, one that she applies when confused, a common occurrence, thus a frequent application.” — Michael Puttonen Copy Share Image
“When the wind blows here, it is your wind; and when the water gurgles among the rocks, it speaks only to you. The mountain… — Michael Puttonen Copy Share Image
“This will not be my fate,” I said firmly, confidently. “And it won’t be Lillatta’s and maybe not even yours, though that might be… — Michael Puttonen Copy Share Image
“A city finds its life through the humans who inhabit it. When they go, what is truly left? Just silent stones, witnesses to the… — Michael Puttonen Copy Share Image
