These will be my last moments of peace. . . . From now on, my love. . . will bring nothing but chaos.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

Her beauty might fascinate men, but it was difficult to charm them when she stood mute. . . .

My love is unique an none can rival her. Just by passing, she has already stolen away my heart.

Now you are no longer a giggling child, smiling at whoever comes along. You are a woman with power. Learn to control your smile, and you can control what men will think about you.

But that's how the heart is. Stubborn and foolish.

After all, that's why we read historical fiction-to be transported to another time, and to be astonished at ancient people's lives and traditions, just as they would probably be astonished at ours.