But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

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

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

You're from where?" "Lay'en. It's near Salt Lake City." "Spell that for me." "Um, that would be S-A-L-T-" "No, the other one. The city you're from." "Oh. L-A-Y-T-O-N." "Ah-Lay-ton." That's what I said." "No you didn't. You just said, 'Lay'en.'" "So I did. But just go ahead and pronounce 'aluminum' for me, Mr. British Man. How are you going to defend that piece of insanity? Why don't you spell it and count syllables and see if your al-um-in-ium makes sense whatsoever?" He bowed his head. "Touch...

Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.

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

I always knew it was ill-fated, but he truly believed I would be his bride. I guess I'd never realized that before. He had taken my mucker hand and looked at my mottled face and believed we would wed. And he hadn't seemed sorry. In fact, he'd swooped me up in a corridor and kissed me. That set me to crying.