And so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after.

Things change, people change, but that doesn't mean you should forget the past.

To pretend I was sliding down the stair rail." He laughed again. " You should have done it. I would have caught you at the bottom.

Who judges the judge who judges wrong?

I trust you to find the good in me, but the bad I must be sure you don't overlook.

But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he'd caught the bridle of Sir Stephan's horse. His face had been close to mine. Two curls had spilled onto his forehead. A few freckles dusted his nose, and his eyes said he was sorry for me to go.

I had always been the hardest on myself when I drew and painted. I am not hard on myself when I write. I like what I write, so it is a much happier process.