“A city finds its life through the humans who inhabit it. When they go, what is truly left? Just silent stones, witnesses to the history but mute in its telling, remaining thus while slowly turning to rubble. It saddens me… — 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
