At night, when he cannot sleep, he thinks of a throne, of dominion over all the Earth. It is not an unduly ornate throne, stands on no huge platform, though light would ripple across it, making it seem either white or gold. A throne of
For, lo, I will call all the families of the kingdoms of the north, sayeth the LORD; and they shall come, and they shall set every one his throne at the entrance of the gates of Jerusalem ~ Jeremiah, 1:15 He was tired and tense.
There are a lot of stories about the King. Some of them were written by his courtiers, and get bandied about endlessly. Some of them have started being told since. Lots of people think they know something about him. One thing we all agree on:
Every day I get up early and make the coffee just the way Henrietta likes. Except it’s never quite right. Too much water. Too many grounds. The beans not ground fine enough. The beans ground too fine, leaving a little silt in her cup. When
There I am, on my hands and knees, just out of shot. I’m always just out of shot; everyone wants to see the glittery exhibits, no-one wants to know about the mug with the duster who has to clean it all. School holidays are the
Hwang Ce-Yul was certain he’d never seen the skies like this before. They were a rhapsodic sort of blue-grey, feathered with clouds both pure white and ebon black, wild and out of control. Something of a contrast to his fortress. Since the war began, he’d