You say potato; I say potahto..." I say integrity; you say deceit.

He'd given her his vow: to take care of her, to keep her from hurt or pain, from wanting for anything. Her leaving didn't negate his promises; they weren't conditional.

He was an answer to a question she'd forgotten to ask.

Were you hoping for a quest? A seemingly impossible task that you could relay to your queen afterward? Would you like to tell her that you found and slayed the dragon for love of her? -Queen Sorcha

And he smiled at her, truely smiled- wicked and lovely.

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 like to read the ending first.