Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.

Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident

No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

Rin slept inside the oak’s thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.

Ani felt a stirring, a hope, a winged thing waking up in her chest and brushing her heart with it's feathers.

If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.