She dismounted, grabbed Enna's hand so tightly that she drew blood with her fingernails, walked straight into the nearest cottage, and plopped down on a bed. Enna nodded to the startled cottage dwellers. It's the queen, you see," said Enna. "She's going to have a baby in your house. You don't mind?

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

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

The woman gestured to a seat and put on a patient face. An impatient sort of patient face, like an impatient face dressing up as a patient one for Halloween.

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

But the hoping, that's what really hurts.

He did a very good impression of a stone column.