I look at the gods, smirking at them almost.
they thought they won.
Foolish gods, I thought.
My creators forgot what they create.
You can't destroy what you create for it will affect you,
causing you pain when you wake.
I look at my people, Throwing them a smile.
Their tear stained faces bidding me a sad farewell
I lay down my my armor and turn to face the gods.
Foolish gods, you create me to be strong
Independent,
Arrogant, ...

 Now she trusted her life to fate, god and The Men Of Night. As gravity took her fiercely toward the Ground below. then she landed. 

 Now she trusted her life to fate, god and The Men Of Night. As gravity took her fiercely toward the Ground below. then she landed. 

When you are writing a book, it's just not writing your thoughts. It's creating people. It's creating an alternate universe to ours.

You have the power to destroy a life, but to also make a new one. You have the power to see the destination, while your people are left wondering if their creator will allow them to see that accomplishment. You are their God, their Creator. You have the ability to make anything happen.

Life, Death. Sickness, Health. Rich,...

I could hear my mother's sharp voice chanting to the beat of the pan drum. 
Around me stood the people that my mother said was my tribe, their colorful clothing brushing against the black outline of the near by trees at sundown. 
I did not know them, nor would I ever; but I knew I was home.
"Ozàwà Keshowse" Yellow sun, I heard the familar shadow call out.
Though I knew little of the language, I knew somehow what they...

I could hear my mother's sharp voice chanting to the beat of the pan drum. 
Around me stood the people that my mother said was my tribe, their colorful clothing brushing against the black outline of the near by trees at sundown. 
I did not know them, nor would I ever; but I knew I was home.
"Ozàwà Keshowse" Yellow sun, I heard the familar shadow call out.
Though I knew little of the language, I knew somehow what they...

I am the young one, 
the fair skinned Native, 
the blonde not so beauty. 

I do not belong anywhere, 
I do not want to. 
I am the lone wolf. 

I believe in love, 
in beauty 
and in the human race. 

My spine might not curve correctly, 
My teeth might not be completely straight
but I deserve good things. 

so i curl up in my weighted blanket, 
A soft pounding in my chest, 
and I search for myself. 

I am the young one, 
the fair skinned Native, 
the blonde not so beauty. 

I do not belong anywhere, 
I do not want to. 
I am the lone wolf. 

I believe in love, 
in beauty 
and in the human race. 

My spine might not curve correctly, 
My teeth might not be completely straight
but I deserve good things. 

so i curl up in my weighted blanket, 
A soft pounding in my chest, 
and I search for myself. 

Denali hadn’t been packing, instead she rummaged through her father’s clothing. gripping to each article with tears in her eyes. her heart broke, not knowing if her father was dead or alive, if he was hurt. Even when they didn’t get along, she loved him, of course she did, he was the person who raised him, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. maybe it was time that she repaid this unrepayable promise. 
She remembered what he would tell...