That's the great thing about being a writer. You dream up amazing questions... and then dream up even more amazing answers.

Why not wear a scar of Motherhood? Better than a tattoo or a mark of Honor. Let the world know what you've achieved.

Later, I would ask Shaya to help me compose a formal response to Katrice's letter, something a long the lines of "I am the Thorn Queen. F*** Off.

Oh my God," he said. "A kind word from Rose Hathaway. I can die a happy man.

Sunshine had never tasted so sweet as it did at that moment.

At the same time, we both pulled back briefly still oh so close. Everything in the word rested on that moment. "We can't..." He told me. "I know," I agreed. Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time I knew there would be no turning back.

And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.