She has her own glamour, Willy lad. All poets do, all the bards and artists, all the musicians who truly take the music into their own hearts. They all straddle the border of Faerie, and they see into both worlds. Not dependably into either, perhaps, but that uncertainty keeps them honest and at a distance.
Emma BullCould I make you believe something that wasn't true?' He studied her through his eyelashes. 'You could make me believe anything at all.
Emma BullIt was like him, too, to love her and admit to it before he knew if she loved him. Maybe only mortals expected to barter their hearts.
Emma Bull