Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.

It's Major Ketchup in the bathroom with the laser scalpel." "Hmm." He sliced a delicately herbed spear of asparagus. "Obviously we were meant for each other as I can interpret that as you meaning something more like Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick.

Tom: If you love with kindness, even when you can't love with permanence, you'll deserve the one who's worthy along that path for you.

One of my greatest pleasures is falling into a story someone else has written.

I would hope that my writing's cleaner than it was when I started.

For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.

He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing.