Dedication Through Light And Darkness Novels & Stories

"Not an absence. Not the lack of light. Something present, with its own qualities, its own demands, its own gifts." "Read me something," Ernest said. Don turned to a page. He read: "The dark is not the opposite of light. It is the container of light. The light returns to the dark, and the dark receives it, and the receiving is not a defeat but a hospitality. The winter dark is the host of the winter light." Ernest sat with this. "That is good," he said. "It is very good," Don said. He closed the book. "I want to write something good about the dark. Or about something else. The form is what matters. The form that holds the complex thing without simplifying it."

It's a delicate dance, a balance of light and darkness. At first, the connection is painful. Our powers are inherently opposed, light and dark, good and evil. The clash of these opposing forces creates a dissonance within us, a struggle for dominance. But I refuse to give up. I push through the pain, drawing strength from my love for Elijah. I visualize a harmonious blend of our powers, a fusion of light and darkness. I imagine a new force, a power greater than the sum of its parts.

The wind is starting to die down, but they are forming a concentrated ball of darkness in the middle of the compound. Their screaming stops, and they start laughing with menace before speaking in whispers to us all. "Your light. Shadows are external, so you left us no choice. The light must die, and we will rise again in the next generation". The ball turns into a spear and heads straight to Lewana's chest, entering her body and knocking her to the ground. I scramble across the ground to her side and pick her up in my arms. "No. No. Come on, baby, stay with me".

He licked his candy with exaggerated slowness, then leaned close, the shadow part of him teased me like it usually did but I ignored his touch. “There’s so much you don’t know. Not just you, all her creations.” he whispered in a tender tone. “Life isn’t black or white, Kael. Nor is light or darkness inherently good or evil. Light can burn. Darkness can protect. It depends on the wielder. It depends on which one calls to you—the light or the dark.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I wanted to argue, but the words died on my tongue. He was wrong. He had to be. But still… the longer I stayed here, the less sure I was.

The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, Grow cold and turn to tears of hate! Christine forgive me, please forgive me! I did it all for you and all for nothing!/Farewell my fallen idol And false friend We had such hopes,/Too late for turning back And now those hopes are shattered/Too late for prayers and useless pity Say you love him/All hope of cries for help And my life is over/No point in fighting For either way you choose You cannot/ He has to win As I sang that part, Daphnie put her hand over her heart and shed a tear as if she was really touched. I must admit, the harmony between Gerard Butler's and Patrick Wilson's voices was quite beautiful.

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He once basked on the darkness, but her mother offered him such a tiny light that as the passing days gone by it spreads until it totally devoured the darkness. That light opened the door for him and showed him the wonderment of it all. That light pulled him away from the darkness that once consumed him. And he too, he wants to spread that light with the luminous. He wants to show to it's people that hope is still there; hope that they will live once again in harmony and peacefulness. Hope that will give them strength no to lost courage. He is dreading the day; the day that he will freed Luminous from these darkness accomplices. So near to grasp it but so far to uphold it.

It was the first time I actually saw beauty in them. All this, it was because of her. She brought this out of me. She brought light out of the darkness which always consumed me, darkness that had considerable amount of control over me all my life. My powers were so great that I always believed they were greater than the master who possessed them.

No matter what you call this power that watches over you - God, fate or something else - this power watches over you, loves you and wants your happiness, but also must be sure that you will not doubt it when the dark times come. Friends, let yourself be carried away by the power of love, never doubt it, and somewhere along the way you will feel the true happiness that only love can give you. It is love that will keep you in the power of the Light, protecting from the dirty claws of Darkness.