It is a blessing as well as a burden to love so much that you can hurt so badly when love is gone.

I want a simple, ordinary life . . . like humans enjoy.

My experiences thus far had me planning to throttle the first Tudor historian I met upon my return for gross dereliction of duty.

Are you smelling me?” After yesterday I suspected that my body was giving him all kinds of information I didn't want him to have. “Don't tempt me,” he murmured.

It was a brutal picture, a tug-of-war between two equal but opposing impulses. It had the ring of truth, however.

In this room we understand why this war might be fought...it's about our common belief that no one has the right to tell two creatures that they cannot love each other--no matter what their species.

Her bark is worse than her bite.