Dammnnn, " Breccan slowly spoke each letter with a grin on his face that spread from ear to ear. "Impressive flames, guy.

We all have scars, Wharick. Mine happen to be on the the outside, " Kathel answered but knew what he said wasn't entirely true. He bore scars on the inside as well.

I'll thank you now, Kathel, " Keirah whispered. Placing a simple, soft kiss on Kathel's lips, she turned and walked away toward her cabin, leaving both men stunned in her wake.

Their eyes drifted directly behind her. At the same time she felt the presence of a rather large, imposing figure, then the sudden heat permeated the air around her. He's behind me, isn't he?

Even though he knew both of their hearts were taken by others, he recognized beauty when he saw it and appreciated it as any male would.

A slow, knowing smile came over Keirah's face. Her heart filled with happiness, believing the Gwarda gypsy sitting next to her at this very moment was worthy of her beloved sister.

Even among the ugliness of evil that resonated throughout the green hills and flowering landscape, Northbrook was simply breathtaking to those who took the time to appreciate it.

I'm pleased to know you realize she is mine, gypsy. Care to explain why it is that I find you here in the Gwarda arena and touching what belongs to me?

You're causing the world to spin again, Keirah, " Wharick teased about her druid gift with nature. "You out of control? Do you need something to settle you down? he asked.

You may run from the calling, but, you will find no real peace until you fulfill your destiny.

Truth was she liked that he came after her. She liked the thought of being under submission to him in an intimate way. It was a welcome desire which Wharick alone sparked.

We see the world not as it is, but as we are.~Dag Redwing Hickory Bluefield

California, here I come, right back where I started from.

You accept the historical Jesus?

Coffee is to wake up, coffee is to work with, coffee is to live with, coffee is life

Nobody criticizes the 'Mighty Ducks' trilogy and gets away with it. Nobody!

Power is a companion it is not easy to part with, when it goes, the zest of life goes with it. With dry eyes and clenched fist, one stares after it, jealous of the next one it will single out.

What would New York be without slavery?

God's first language is Silence. Everything else is a translation.

To be a preacher requires two apparently contradictory qualities: confidence and humility.

We can’t say why we search, except that there seems to be an innate need, in each human being, to know who one is, what we’re here for, how to live more poetically.