She was immediately terrified of the new boundary, the one she could see in the distance, that place where the waters fell off the earth into only God knew what.
My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear,
one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness,
all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished
that love always is.
I have begun experimenting with language translations. Here is the first story of many, I hope, Chapter 1 - The Haunted Caves, from the novel The Gates of Horn and Ivory, in French.