"I could write your story," Tanis continued. "A wonderful play of love and beauty, but then it would be mine, not yours. You must tell your own story. Or, in this case, live it. And to understand how love unfolds, you must understand how Elyon loves."
The sheer momentum of their zeal carried Tom. He asked the question he knew Tanis was demanding he ask. "And how does Elyon love?"
"Excellent question! He chooses."
"He chooses," Palus repeated.
"He pursues."
"He pursues," said Rachelle's father, fist clenched.
"He rescues."
"He rescues."
"He woos."
"He woos."
"He protects."
It was like a Ping-Pong match.
"He protects. Ha!"
"He lavishes," Tanis shouted.
Palus stopped. "Is that one of them?"
"Why not?"
"I mean, is that normally placed with the others?"
"It should be."
They looked at each other for a moment.
"He lavishes," cried Palus.
"This, my dear Thomas, is what you should do to win Rachelle's heart."
~ Excerpt from Black by Ted Dekker.
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