god

The great God Brahm put his mark upon all our people, when the first cobra spread his hood to keep the sun off Brahm as he slept.

The world looks like something God had just imagined for His own pleasure, doesn’t it?

Allan, most earnestly, but I didn’t shut my eyes to pray, for I knew the only way God could save me was to let the flat float close enough to one of the bridge piles for me to climb up on it.

I just said, ‘Dear God, please take the flat close to a pile and I’ll do the rest,’ over and over again.