Mark rolled over. -Are you okay?- -I can't sleep. I think I'll go downstairs for a while.- -You want some company?- -No, I'll be fine. You sleep. I'll read, or play Solitaire, or something.- -Okay, just don't do any more furniture moving.- -I won't - She grabbed her robe and stomped out of the room. Downstairs, she went into the den and curled up in her chair. She stared out the window. A full moon illuminated the back yard, casting long shadows across the lawn. She didn't notice. Neither did she see the trees dancing in the wind, or a few loose leaves fluttering past. She didn't hear the...

The Lion, the Lily, and the Lamb Maize Gasko looked around the shabby room, at the dirt and the decay. This wasn't what God had intended for her. He had planned something much different, but she hadn't listened, hadn't obeyed, and now it was too late. She was dying, alone, and terrified. What waited for her on the other side? Would she be condemned to that horrid place she had seen in her vision? The image of an old Indian appeared in the doorway. He held the hand of the sweetest, most innocent child Maize had ever seen. -She's the one?- The old Indian nodded. Maize closed her eyes. Tears...