I love saying goodnight to my own daughter (usually!) - the cuddles, the last-thing-at-night chat and silliness, the words of love and affirmation. Why wouldn't my heavenly Father, my Dad, want to do the same with me?
Kim stood at the entrance of the dark alley, face to face with a demon that had been following her since she ran from the church. A demon she was sure sensei sent after her. She swore she heard it laugh at her threat, but she didn't care. She knew what she was. And what she was, was a Child of the Snake. And anything that could threaten humanity was hers to deal with. << p.p