Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.
What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?
She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.
When I was 18 years old, in a more innocent time, my first backpacking trip through Europe, I sneaked into the Temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum after nightfall and spent several hours in there avoiding the guards patrolling.
I have always argued, in a good novel, interesting things happen to interesting people.