I have to think it's possible to suffer a great wrong and walk away from it. To build a life of small, exquisitely important moments.

Will you give the girl to me?" she said. "Will you let me try?" He nodded, dizzy with relief. "Please, Willo. Please. Save her. It doesn't matter...what happens to me.

My tagline is ‘Less sex, more romance, lower body count.’

What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?

She padded toward Han, barefoot, like a faerie startled out of a forest bower, bewitching mix of clan and flatland beauty.

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable?

But maybe it's better to go after something, and not get it, than to not even try.