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“Mister sleepy.” Would Alice always call him Mister? he wondered. Maybe someday she would come to think of him as Papa. Corbin gently stroked her hair without opening his eyes. “Very sleepy,” he said. He allowed the briefest of moments to pass before producing an overly loud snore that set Alice to giggling. Thoroughly enjoying her reaction, he snored again. “I happen to know that you do not snore.” When had Clara entered the room? He opened his eyes on the instant. She knelt beside Edmund, very near Corbin’s head. “I was . . . just—” “Loving my children,” she finished for him. “Our children,” he whispered back. Surely she knew he thought of them as his own.”
― Sarah M. Eden, As You Are

“I hit him,” Clara explained, feeling the need to tell Corbin. “With a stick.” “Not a frying pan?” Corbin asked with dry amusement.”
― Sarah M. Eden, As You Are

“I am the man of your dreams?” He smiled a little at the thought. “Of every”—she pressed a kiss to his lips—“single”—she kissed him again—“dream.”
― Sarah M. Eden, As You Are

“Not called!' did you say?

'Not heard the call,' I think you should say.

Put your ear down to the Bible, and hear Him bid you go and pull sinners out of the fire of sin. Put your ear down to the burdened, agonized heart of humanity, and listen to its pitiful wail for help. Go stand by the gates of hell, and hear the damned entreat you to go to their father's house and bid their brothers and sisters and servants and masters not to come there. Then look Christ in the face — whose mercy you have professed to obey — and tell Him whether you will join heart and soul and body and circumstances in the march to publish His mercy to the world.”
― William Booth