My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth.

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

The most powerful weapon is hope.

Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.

What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.