Can you handle the truth? Would you see through the divinating, could you be accepting, and should you care that the change is passing us all by? I no more agree with you than you agree with me, that some stories are too blurred for us to perceive. How do we break-up-to-make-up syndicate drama and bring Hercules back to his Colosseum because we miss him? Why are these divine entities knocking with opportunity, and why are we being brought closer together even when we have decided against it?

Her Kinship is an old wives' tale meant to grind away at blood wars, defined by author Awbrey Collins, in ethno-nationalistic conflict as an undiscovered Eastern language. Parables in Christian fears, telling this different perspective of Nefroterian conscious loving.