Book Of The Day

Pride & Prejudice By Jane Austin, Excerpt

Bingley felt his anger rise at Caroline’s manipulations. If she had been in the room, she would have seen a storm of fury quite out of the ordinary for her easy going brother. However, he let go his anger (for the moment) for the need to know Jane’s response to his proposal was more important.

“Jane, despite all lies that my sister told you, you are the only woman I have ever considered marrying. And you will marry me, won’t you?”

Jane had barely whispered “yes” before Bingley kissed her, somewhat chastely at first, but with increasing ardor when she returned his kiss. Both were startled by the intensity of their emotions. When the kiss was finally over, there were no longer any doubts on either side.

Bingley brushed back a wayward curl that had fallen upon her cheek. “I love you, very much, and nothing anybody does or says will ever make me change my mind.” It was a promise from his heart. “I shan’t let you get away from me now,” he said in a lighter, teasing manner.

Jane smiled shyly at him, “I have no desire to get away, for I love you.”

“Jane, I believe you have made me the happiest man alive,” Bingley positively beamed at Jane. Jane return his smile, and when he began to lower his head to kiss her again, she was waiting with much anticipation.

Songs, Where Demons Tread

“I Wanna Be With You” (Folk Song)

By Athena Stairs, January 20, 2026

(Intro guitar)

I can’t stand the distance
Been too far away from you

There’s lot’s that we are missin’
I know you know it’s true

And every day I’m wishin’
We could start over again

But the world just keeps on spinnin’
And I’m here without my friend

(Guitar with beat, light banjo, and open folk violin)

And every day’s a highway
Where I long to see your face

I’m hopin’ you’ll come my way
And the world will fill with grace

Weather rain or sunshine
All I need is your embrace

The mountains high to valleys low
You’re the memory I trace

(Big bass and open folk violin carry with guitar and occasional deep blow jar)

So if your happy or your sad
Hon I’ll be the one for you

You know that together
Well there’s nothin’ we can’t do

The sun will rise the stars will fall
And the heavens shine brand new

Our lovin’ is the gold mine
So I sing this song for you

(Outro all instruments filling to the end’s fade)

I caught a passing snippet of a dream interaction as I was waking this morning, where a young folk singin’ man like John Denver played on a big wooden guitar and was slow-roll pick-strummin’ his strings smoothly. I added in an open tic-a-tac beat sometimes joining at transitional points and other instruments. He started the song for me to carry on through to here and add my own lyrics, as well as gentle shifts and the above. Thanks friendly folk singer for giving me a start to another sweet song for the man I love.

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Hyde's Bride

Bearing Down

‘I need you to help me – NOW!”

She wanted to scream it – to tear apart the silence with it – but hated that she needed.

So she didn’t.

She wouldn’t even speak it.

She didn’t feel that she had the right to.

She couldn’t even whisper it to anyone or anything as tears slowly traced her frustration.

Artistic Creation, Healing Therapy, In Dreams, Myths & Legends, New Beginnings, Songs, Vampiric Tendencies

The Pulse Of Love

They were traveling together for the first time while it was unfolding, and a younger assistant showed her all of the lyrics written out, published in a journal’s paper.

And as she continued listening to it playing while she read how they were printed, she realized that each small grouping of words lasted for quite a few minutes of experience.

Therefore, the song was a very long one – longer, perhaps, than many before.

As their air car landed and she got out with her guy, she wrapped her arms around him from behind as he sat down breifly on a bench, then nuzzled her nose and face into the nape of his neck, breathing in his scent and glorying in the way his warmth and hair felt against her skin.

“It’s perfect, don’t you think?” she murmured as she kissed just below his ear, feeling the heat of his pulse quicken against her lips.

“A real love song should be long and stretch out in a kind of forever so that lovers can expand into and have their joys and hopes supported as they are mirrored by it.”