...nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.

Over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous facebear.

By your logic I should also be in charge of Solinade dances, needlework, and horse thieving.

With his eyes and those hands there won't be a woman safe in all the world when he starts hunting after the ladies.' 'Courting, dear,' my father corrected gently. 'Semantics,' she shrugged.

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.

It's hard for a newbie author to get noticed.

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.