Nothing before its time, son. Everything in its own time, to its own schedule.
As a teenager, I always intended to do my homework. But when the supplicant dead come to you for justice and you also have occasional prophetic dreams, life tends to interfere with your studies.
Earlier, she asked if I would die for her. Without hesitation, I said that I would—and meant it. I don't understand either my reaction to her or the source of her power. She is something other than she appears to be. She tells me that I already know what she is and that I only need to accept the knowledge that I already possess.
If you want to publish two books a year under your own name and your publisher doesn't, maybe you need a different publisher.
What was destiny? What was the power that shaped the patterns and attempted to enforce them? God? Should she be raging at God - or begging Him to let her son live and to spare her from the life of a cripple? Or was the power behind destiny merely a natural mechanism, a force no different in origin from gravity or magnetism?
But by nature, the human heart yearns most for what it cannot have.