The energy in the brownstone was tense. Last time, in Washington, everyone was on guard, shuffling to and fro, but this was different. There was a convergence of energy and power that tickled across the top layers of – everything. My thoughts. My skin. That constant pulsing existence that allowed me access to Yahweh’s faith…… Continue Reading →
My eyebrow arched as I took in her visage. Like most goddesses, she was stunningly beautiful. In fact, she was so beautiful it made most people underestimate her danger.
Throwing my head back, I glared at the ceiling and yelled, letting out every ounce of rage building within my essence. The sound vibrated off the walls. It felt as if thunder had shaken the brownstone, but I was so off-kilter it was hard to tell if that were real or imagined.