By your father's word has your life been given to me to protect. Now do I give you my life in return, yours to keep until the day I die. --Falon to Shanelle

Writing was my first occupation, begun at age 23.

Biding time is easy -- and gets you nowhere.

Anytime,anywhere,ask,and I am yours.

Anthony grinned at her, knowing that would probably infuriate her all the more. "My eyes have been a-wandering, as you put it, for the last nineteen years. Give them a rest, Roslynn. They settled on you and don't want to move on.

Villains are meant to be hated.

And here I thought you were actually going to behave yourself," he said. "It's going to get worse if they don't keep their hands off you." "I suppose you're going to tell me now that only you have the right to touch me." "I see we understand each other.