It was the difference between walking with a stranger and walking with your heartmate. It was the difference between working for duty and working for love.

It was the difference between walking with a stranger and walking with your heartmate. It was the difference between working for duty and working for love.

East of the sun and west of the moon.

It is odd, the twists that life will sometimes take. The ewe that you think will give birth with ease dies bringing forth a two-headed lamb. Or the ski trail that you have been told is treacherous, you navigate easily.

East of the sun and west of the moon.' As unfathomable as the words were, I realized I must figure them out, reason it through. For I would go to this impossible land that lay east of the sun and west of the moon. From the moment the sleigh had vanished from sight and I could no longer hear the silver bells I knew that I would go after the stranger that had been the white bear to make right the terrible wrong I had done him.... All that mattered was to make things right. And I would do whatever it took, journey to wherever I must, to reach that goal.

And telling a story, I suppose, is like winding a skein of spun yarn- you sometimes lose track of the beginning.

That's the trouble with loving a wild thing: You're always left watching the door.