“There was no answer. I looked up. Epsilon’s light shone out onto a picture on the wall. A round picture in a square frame. The golden symbol of O. The One. The symbol of perfection. The symbol of eternity. The… — Christine Morton-Shaw Copy Share Image
“Why on earth do adults have to laugh so loudly at everything? Hyena laughs, the women worse than the men—except for the times the… — Christine Morton-Shaw Copy Share Image
“There are many wonders in this world that will remain quite beyond your reach unless, in fact, you reach for them.” — Christine Morton-Shaw Copy Share Image
“The O was not a number – a zero. It was a letter – the first letter of the word One. But it was far more than that. It was a symbol in itself – the symbol of unity. The perfect circle. Of the complete unit. The never ending. The One. And the snake? The snake was not a perfect… — Christine Morton-Shaw Copy Share
“There was no answer. I looked up. Epsilon’s light shone out onto a picture on the wall. A round picture in a square frame.… — Christine Morton-Shaw Copy Share Image
“But … even if I did – which I didn’t – how could I have found them myself, found them old and faded? If… — Christine Morton-Shaw Copy Share Image
