richelle-goodrich

Gingerbread houseswith gumdrops and peppermintand marshmallow snow.

You can do things. Do you know this?Do you believe it?You should.It__ true.You can do great things.

Go put on your mask.Say 'trick-or-treat' in costume.It__ All Hallows Eve.

I cast my eyes out to the seaAnd gaze at all eternity.until forever turns to night.My eyes then lift to catch starlight.

It seems there's confusion at this time of yearregarding the reason for Christmas.From shopping for presents to spreading good cheer,the world makes an overly huge fuss.But Christmas is not for the gifts we exchange.It's not about sleigh rides or sweet candy canes.Nay, Christmas is simple. A time to recallChrist's gift of atonement He gave to us all.

Thank you for the day and night,for rainy spells and summer__ light.Thank you for the skies of blueand puffy clouds in grayish hue.Thank you for the gigglefestsand midnight__ cloak to hasten rest.Thank you for tomorrow newand yesterday__ tomorrow too.Thank you for ____ glad we met__nd also for __e haven__ yet.__hank you for the peace of mind a grateful soul doth always find.

Church was never meant to be a place for gods to gather, but for devils wanting to shed their horns for halos.

Too often we let others stamp a price tag on us, and we accept their appraisal of our worth, forgetting we are in fact priceless.

I do listen. I just wait for the words to stop and your eyes to speak.

If life is a stage and you are your own agent, then don__ hesitate to play the character you wish to play.

The secret to style is a beautiful smile.

Kresh kept silent beside me as Baron rehearsed his deadly plan. I listened with my eyes aimed at the horizon, witnessing the night consume a final red vein of daylight. It struck me that nightfall always drowned the sunset. Never did the sun resurface from where it sank, nor would it ever.

Never judge another knight without first knowing the strength and cunning of the dragons he fights.

Birthdays were made for going wild over the people we think are amazing.

If all of our sins, bad habits, and poor choices were permanently inked into our skin like tattoos, we would all dress quite modestly.

Patience isn__ simply waiting, it is caring enough about the situation and those involved to remain calm and courteous throughout the wait.

I can be tolerant of traffic jams and disorganization, faulty technology, miserable weather, and bland foods. People, however, require more than the cold, grudging favor of being tolerated. They require love.

I let my sword slip to the ground, and for the second time I stood unarmed in the presence of werewolves.Kresh put his lips to my forehead, and my skin burned beneath his kiss. When his hands repositioned to take me by the waist, my breathing__lready shallow__eased entirely. Then his lips fell on mine and I was suddenly everything he claimed me to be__is mate, his wife, his world.The taste of him seemed mysteriously new and old at the same time. Every bit of tension eased as if internally I had come home again, and yet a sense of foreignness made our connection a sweet venture. My breast was afire as he continued to grasp my hips, keeping me close. I burned for him as if vampire venom were coursing through every inch of me. The man was a constellation of suns in my desire, unlike Thaddeus who hardly equaled a speck of stardust. The thought of that coward reminded me of grim news. It took every bit of willpower I possessed to tear my lips away from what they craved, and yet I remained a submissive puddle in this werewolf__ arms.