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?

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.

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.

I do not belong to anyone! Certainly not to a self-centered, brute of man, err...being or whatever it is you are, person!" she fumbled.

The structure of a 'writing schedule' is only there as a frame. You provide the image, the emotion, and the sentiment in your own time.

I never took a position we were going to be a good ball club. I took the position we were going to be a winning ball club.

Believing that anxious thoughts and feelings can restore order to your life is like using a chain-saw to fold your laundry.

I love the film route and I'm gong to try my hardest to stay on it.

Hate, in the long run, is about as nourishing as cyanide.

You've got to continue to grow, or you're just like last night's cornbread - stale and dry.

Other people's things are more pleasing to us, and ours to other people. -Aliena nobis, nostra plus aliis placent

We are all different. There is no such thing as a standard or run-of-the-mill human being, but we share the same human spirit.

It is part of the business of life to be affable and pleasing to those whom either nature, chance or circumstance has made our companions.