You can be who you will,” he repeated. His voice softened. “And if you will have me, I will be the one beside you.

Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

Finn always called it Enna's Stream. He tended to refer to most anything as belonging to her--Enna's Meadow, Enna's Mountain. When he referred to Yasid as Enna's Kingdom, she said, "Isn't that your heart?" Finn smiled and kissed her hand. Isi rolled her eyes. "Oh you two are impossible." Enna laughed. "This coming from the girl who calls her husband 'sweet little bunny boy'?" Isi blushed. "That was just once.

Years ago, before this estate was generously and unwillingly turned over to the crown, the lord here was a genuine dimwit. He had a minister stashed behind his throne to whisper clever things to say.

When the mountain quaked Like an elbow's nudge Like a shout that something is wrong The people awoke and Knew, yes, knew, that bandits had come

He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.

Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens