If only wishing made the waiting easier. It does not. For the longer one wishes for a thing, the more he grows to doubt he will ever receive it.
If only wishing made the waiting easier. It does not. For the longer one wishes for a thing, the more he grows to doubt he will ever receive it.FROM THE JOURNAL OF THE BARON JACK SIRAN
Jack was up late again. A single candle burned on the table beside him as he spread the papers across his bed. He wanted to be certain of these numbers before he slept. If he didn’t, they would only dance before his closed eyes, taunting him.
As he worked, he felt Raziel’s impatience like a whisper in the mind.
A gentle, Would you keep me waiting?
Would you keep me waiting?“Not much longer,” Jack said to himself with a small chuckle. A little patience, darling.
