Being a writer is a good, good thing.

But the hoping, that's what really hurts.

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

Goodness knows she is too fierce for you Goodness knows she has eyes for a lord Goodness knows she yet will prove untrue Her cheek's blush is as false as her word

Life is short, so live extra lives. Read books.

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

I couldn't see what was real until time had washed away everything else.