I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.

If it's not chocolate, it's not breakfast.

Heavily and hypnotically,with her soul flattening itself back like the ears of a hissing cat,Kizzy leaned in and drank of Jack Husk's full,moist mouth,and his red,red lips were hungry against hers,drinking her in return.Their eyes closed.Fingers clutched at collars and hair,at the picnic blanket,at the grass.And as they sank down,pinning their shadows beneath them,the horizon tipped on its side,and slowly,thickly,hour by hour,the day spilled out and ebbed away. It was Kizzy's first kiss, and maybe it was her last, and it was delicious.

He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

...I crave a shawl." He was tense with anger but his hands remained gentle at her waist. He said, "I can make you a shawl." She cocked her head. "You knit? Well. That's an unusual accomplishment in a soldier.

It's easy to get published once you have written a really good book and the hard part, 99 percent of what you need to worry about, is really finishing it.