They laughed much harder than the memory was funny because it felt good to laugh.

If you're listening Big Brother, I refuse to be Fanny Price.

I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.

He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.

No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart

I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

I’ve always believed that as an author, I do 50% of the work of storytelling, and the reader does the other 50%. There’s no way I can control the story you tell yourself from my book. Your own experiences, preferences, prejudices, mood at the moment, current events in your life, needs and wants influence how you read my every word.