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“Jesus鈥 ministry lasted 1,350 days, spanning five calendar years (AD 29鈥33), fifty calendar months, and 44.36 months (calculated as being of 30.5 days鈥 average duration). The gospels have gaps in their narratives in which Jesus disappears from the pages of history. The gaps total 770 days, which is about two years, representing fifty-seven percent of Jesus鈥 total ministry time. No wonder John wrote 鈥淛esus did many other signs in the presence of the disciples, which are not written in this book鈥 (John 20:30) and 鈥淭here are many more things that Jesus did. If all of them were written down, I suppose that not even the world itself would have space for the books that would be written鈥 (John 21:25).”
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“Every day that passed, the young woman thought more and understood less”
― A Story of Yesterday
― A Story of Yesterday
“Things are sometimes faded but they will always become clear, where there seems nothing but bad look closer, you鈥檙e sure to find good.”
― Whisk Of Dust: Too Unseen Distance
― Whisk Of Dust: Too Unseen Distance
“Maybe it won鈥檛 come as too much of a surprise that a certain amount
of alcohol was involved with this Darwin Award candidate of an idea,
and though someone must have considered it ahead of time or the parachute
and camera wouldn鈥檛 be there, it鈥檚 still pretty certain that the onset
of this little adventure was preceded by something similar to the above
mentioned collegiate death sentence:
鈥淗ey man, watch this!”
― The Mayan Legacy
of alcohol was involved with this Darwin Award candidate of an idea,
and though someone must have considered it ahead of time or the parachute
and camera wouldn鈥檛 be there, it鈥檚 still pretty certain that the onset
of this little adventure was preceded by something similar to the above
mentioned collegiate death sentence:
鈥淗ey man, watch this!”
― The Mayan Legacy
“I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn鈥檛 need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward.聽
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. 鈥淒o you like living in the High Lord鈥檚 kitchens?鈥
He, of course, replied, 鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淲ell, we鈥檙e going to a better place.鈥
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec鈥檚 cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a graveyard.鈥
鈥淎re you afraid of ghosts?鈥 I asked.
鈥淢y father鈥檚 a ghost,鈥 he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, 鈥淵es,鈥 as I knew he would.聽 He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I鈥檇 spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined.聽
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 you going to show me?鈥 Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. 鈥淒o you like living in the High Lord鈥檚 kitchens?鈥
He, of course, replied, 鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淲ell, we鈥檙e going to a better place.鈥
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec鈥檚 cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a graveyard.鈥
鈥淎re you afraid of ghosts?鈥 I asked.
鈥淢y father鈥檚 a ghost,鈥 he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, 鈥淵es,鈥 as I knew he would.聽 He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I鈥檇 spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined.聽
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 you going to show me?鈥 Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master
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