Trust your instincts, trust your judgment.

You need to face what you're running from

Donia asked incredulously. “What were you doing?” “The day had just begun, and we were dancing,” Aislinn said. “Dancing?” Donia looked at the Summer Queen with the same disdain Keenan had once seen on her face when she looked at the Summer Girls. “Of course you were. Bananach is attacking faeries, stealing from our courts. Irial is injured. Faerie is closed. Yes, dancing is precisely what will help.

Not 'Don' in that I-m-sorry-and-now-you'll-forgive-me-like-you-always-do-way. Not this time, Keenan." (Donya)

Have you ever tried?" "No." Then don't tell me I can't.

Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.

Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.