Thin lines

A Christian romance book.

I must do as they say. That was the golden rule. I must obey. Who was i to deny them? to fight back?.
I knew now why children cried at their births, the cries were different with each race. But they cried nonetheless. It was not for pain nor discomfort. It was because perhaps deep down they knew where they were. A fallen world doomed by its own selfishness and evil.

But for me, my days of crying were over, i was no babe, nor was i considered human. By atonement of my heritage i would reap seeds i never sowed and HE was one of them.

How i longed for the darkness to take me in its icy clutches. But a hope kept me, a hope i did not dare foster, but i did and it may yet be the end of me.