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84 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 1, 2011

“That, Conrad dreaded. To be asked to choose between love—yes, he could admit love—and everything else, to save his heart and lose his soul? Or save his soul and lose his heart? What kind of a choice was that? One, surely, you should never put before yourself in the first place. One that should be staved off whenever it hoved into view.”
“The magnitude of Conrad’s anguish caught him by surprise. How could virtue feel like this? How could it feel like death to follow the commands of a God who had promised him the fullness of life, a cup running over? How could it feel worse than the prospect of damnation? It made no sense.
His finger ends were cold, and his lips too. If my soul offends me, should I rip it out? He wished frantically and vainly for an argument, a decision, to be able to find the words.”
“Love did not solve all things. Love did not make this any less a crime. But it slid into the room like honey pouring from the spoon, and filled it up with a kind of awe, terrifying and wonderful. In its almost solid presence, Conrad breathed out, at peace with his decision. He had chosen to sacrifice all for love, and that was the right choice.”