All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts

From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.

And it was kind of funny to see all these professional fighters unwilling to get within a mile of the female. Then again, if you wanted to survive doing the work they did, accurate risk assessment was something you developed early -- and even Qhuinn, who was the object of the protective instinct the Chosen was rocking, wouldn't have dared touch her.

And love … love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.

What happened to you?" she asked. "I got hit in the side." "With what?" "A knife.

She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue. Butno , she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.