Finn, do you see the lias—whatever, the orange-haired girl?” Razo Gestured ahead. “Do you think she’s pretty?” Finn glanced Dasha’s way, then returned his attention ot his horse. “She’s all right.” “Really? Just all right?” Finn shrugged. Razo rolled his eyes. “What am I saying? He doesn’t think any girl is pretty but Enna.” “Are there any girls but Enna?” Finn called back. “There’d better be.

Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn't be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldn't.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

...'Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first.

Your head will be fine,” said Miri. “It’s your neck you should worry about.

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

Ani told them all...telling more than needed telling, the stories clarifying and unifying themselves in her mind as she let them spill out of her mouth.