...He is sure that the Bailey he is now is closer to the Bailey he is supposed to be than the Bailey he had been before

...the thrill of being surrounded by something wondrous and fantastical, only magnified and focused directly at her. The feel of his skin against hers reverberates across her entire body, though his fingers remain entwined in hers.

People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

I believe you have my umbrella" he says, almost out of breath but wearing a grin that has too much wolf in it to be properly sheepish.

A woman I should like to think I know rather well and a woman I had always considered a mystery, are in fact the same person.

It's helpful for me to get ideas - the physical action of painting. Sometimes it frees up your writer brain. It's nice for me now that the writing has become a serious career that painting can become more like a hobby.