A cynic by experience, a romantic by inclination and now a hero by necessity.
I caught a pebble in the moonlight.
Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ears cannot hear. We recognize a beauty the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe.
This is the real magic of fantasy fiction: it can feed souls and change lives.
Hate is the father of all evil.
We make choices everyday, some of them good, some of them bad. And - if we are strong enough - we live with the consequences.