She was neither white nor black, Fire nor Aquavit; she was a dame of the White King, and it was up to her, and her alone, to choose what path her life would take.

— Christine E. Schulze

Suddenly, something fluttered down from the nest to rest at Camera's feet. She picked it up- A phoenix father. It glistened in the sunlight, and tracing her fingers along its edges, she marveled at its soft and delicate touch. Extending it to Aaron, she said quietly, "They say a phoenix feather is a symbol of everlasting friendship.

— Christine E. Schulze

You all have a gift. It's free. It's the gift of song.

— Christine E. Schulze