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?

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.

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.

Life is always beautiful when we focus on the greatness of our God.

Don't quit because it's hard. Quit because it's not hard enough

It is known all over the world that there are no secrets in the ghetto and as long as you keep those secrets, you may keep your life.

Walls don't fall without effort.

It is what we know already that often prevents us from learning.

If you could have a book called My Favorite Six Stories, I don't think I'd have trouble doing that.

Mine was not pop art. I maybe started with a subject, but I changed the subject.

Why should I feel lonely? is not our planet in the Milky Way?

Stop labeling people just because they're not like you.

An author values a compliment even when it comes from a source of doubtful competency.