Hard times can make faith harder

We're snowed in, emotionally distant, and somebody here was involved in a cult. Sounds like a good vacation to me.

"Your heart is the drum." And apparently the gunshots are the percussion...

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. And filled with terrifying evil.

The title doesn't refer to his eyes.

Sometimes ordinary becomes extraordinary.

Greed, for lack of a better word, is disgusting.

How far is too far when trying to exonerate your lover?