I want to say that I really appreciate that readers are willing to work with my tendency to write in several different genres and for different age groups.

I was thinking it was worth the risk if it meant forever with my faery girlfriend.

What would I do without you?" "You'll never find out.

You don't have to do those things. You don't have to become a hero, Seth.

Hold me? If you still want to, I mean." She looked away. "Everyday"--then he was there, lifting her into his arms, holding her like she was fragile and precious--"I want to hold you every day. Nothing will ever change that.

Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing. Mine. The thought, the need, the reaction was overpowering. Leslie looked up. "This one." she said. "I need this one. But the image is more than just tempting art, and it draws her into a world of shadows and desire- into the world of Faerie.

Sometimes being human sucks.