Wisely And Slow They Stumble Novels & Stories

'The road may be long, tortuous and wearied. But the resulting success is enduring, sure and sweet. The fool abandons hope in the wearied journey of life. The wise gets going - holding firmly to the promise of a better tomorrow. He that gives up too soon fails to understand that life rewards with success only those who cling on to hope against hope. Those who hope when it is unfashionable to hope.' 🌹🌹 His Weakness (Part 5) 🌹🌹

***THE END*** "But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death." Revelation 21:8 ---- Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your understanding. Seek his will in all you do and he will show you which path to take. Proverbs 3:5-6 NLT

He moved out of the carriage with the girl in his arms and spoke. "We will travel slowly," he ordered and with that, he leapt. His men trailed closely after him, happy to be finally moving again. But then, after a few minutes, his men found themselves scowling at their situation once again. They couldn't help it. It was because the 'slow' their prince had mentioned wasn't even the kind of slow that they or all aliens knew. This was… bloody, bloomin' slow…

We both looked at the woman in black when she spoke. "Daniell Jane Cruz." My eyes widened when she mentioned my full name. "Cyrille Bertiz." Cyrille and I looked at each other. "H-how did you know our name?" Cyrille asked tremblingly. The woman did not answer. We also couldn’t see her face because it was covered. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.” My hand kept shaking. That song

Switzer said with a broken voice. "So did you give up?" Wisdom asked. "No, but am about to, because it is already too late, there is nothing I can do about it" Switzer answered. "Fine... don't give up, I believe that you have learned your lessons now" "Don't ever doubt my order again, well it is not too late..." Wisdom was still saying but Switzer interrupted. "Of course, it is already too late!" Switzer interrupted. "Oh... do you see what am saying, that's why your fate always leaks"

What he saw were not men, what he is seeing are beasts. Men butchering men for greed. Greyhounds ripping off virgins for mystical traditions. Who says wisdom comes with age? Then does it mean that all these grey hounds are not grown or their wisdom has left them. His head was just waltzing, it was just rolling like a celestial spiral.

“Remember, you have a challenging life ahead, but the warriors in the abyss will never stop interceding for you. Wisdom may always abide you!” Then they were gone…

--- --- They were just… allowing it. --- --- Allowing it to develop naturally. --- --- Allowing it to take its time. --- --- Allowing it to become what it needed to be. --- --- And that— --- That’s what made it strong. --- --- Because things that are rushed— --- They don’t last. --- --- But things that are built slowly? --- --- They root deeply. --- --- They hold. --- --- They grow. --- --- And as they sat there— --- In the quiet of a moment that didn’t need to prove itself—

Not leading but enabling. Takes humility. Takes accepting your importance has diminished. Takes trusting younger people to build well on foundation you laid. I'm learning. Slowly. Reluctantly. But learning."

This a subtle reminder of what happens when a wolf and human cannot work in a cohesive unit which isn't pleasant for either party. In a rush of words, rambling so fast it sounds like he is talking over himself, "rightafteryourthirteenthbirthdayElles......" that is the most I can decipher from his incoherent rambling. As he tries to find his words, we eventually slow to a gentle walk so that Slade can find the right place to start. 'Slow down and speak clearly,' I interrupted, unable to make heads or tails of what he is saying or had said. 'I knew about the spell,' Slade says, all in a rush like he did before, but the words ring clear as day through my head, a fiery maelstrom brewing within m