She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.

That, my dear, is what makes a character interesting, their secrets.

But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The House at Riverton

A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven

To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.

. . . companions were to be valued, wherever one found them.

I simply love writing good stories, that's my passion.