I’m thinking of the protector who wants to be protected and a fighter who loves the right battle but will lay down her arms to go on a quest.

Gratitude...Here at home our faith dwindlespolitical division causes tensions to kindle -we should never forgetwho stands at the door -who shields us with armorand shall forever more...

I understand the loss of a comrade is something to mourn, but our responsibilities do not end because one has lost the fight. We as defenders of this nation have an obligation to those who've sworn allegiance to us. And I intend to uphold my oath to the people of this land, no matter the cost.

If we don't protect what we have, it will be destroyed.

My arms would be wrapped around him like angels’ wings.

I’m trying to figure out if you know something that I don’t, or if you’re really this stupid. You might be older and therefore a lot stronger than I am, Sphinx, but I am a mother and a lot more pissed off than you.

Mick was always the right kind of dirty. Windblown, fresh off his bike, wrapped in tattoo and leather. Muscles all the hell over the place. The man was a serious piece of eye candy. Thinking about him losing the leather warmed the chill that had gripped her since the attack.

She’s so beautiful it hurts. Golden blond hair flows past her shoulders. Those gorgeous violet eyes shouldn’t be so wide with fear. I’ve dreamed of being this close to her again. I ache to gather her in my arms and keep her safe from the world...To be her protector, but I can’t be that man.

They Served...Reliving memoriesthat will not diegiving their allfor you and I -friends takenlives shaken...

Feathers layered like dragons’ scales,their symmetry perfectly fledged,framing slender shoulders; sublime.A tumble of red tresses shimmer.Soft wings arch toward the sky.Once a cherub, she has grown.A young woman now, strong and lithe.Powerful with stormy eyes alight,windswept in her glory.An angel in body and spirit.- Winged Justice.