Terrence Angelucci

“You are Popovic, right?’
Steve jumped to his feet and saluted. ‘Stefan Popovic, Flight Lieutenant RAF, sir.’
He was facing a man in the uniform of a colonel in the British Army. His first impression was that this was a man better suited to civilian dress than military uniform. He was in his middle years, with a round face, a high forehead and thick-rimmed glasses. They had not spoken before, but he knew who he was. Colonel Bailey had been dropped by parachute to the headquarters of General Draza Mihailovic on Christmas Day, as a representative of the British government. ‘But in spite of the name, you are not a Yugoslav, I’m told,’ the colonel continued.
‘No, sir. I’m an American. My grandparents emigrated to Alaska from Macedonia before the last war.”
― Holly Green

“They loved me, taught me,
and encouraged me.
A safe place to be on Sunday morning,
 and a nice place to meet God.”
― Larada Horner-Miller, Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir

“The stream of orbs rises in the sky and floats northeast. I shiver despite the climate, wondering what kind of magick controls them. If Lucifer allowed them to be released, it cannot be good. And what if, whoever is orchestrating this, their aim for me is as Mother foresees? Are we flying into a trap?”
― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen

“He would at least be remembered in his cultures history books. Destroying two of his emperors revered structures, on the same day, would not go unmentioned.”
― A.R. Merrydew, Inara