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.

...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I don’t think your geese care much for your betrothed and I hope they hadn’t any plans on sharing our bed.

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

Tegus, I'm leaving this book behind for you, so you will know the why of it all, and maybe you'll forgive me, or maybe you'll think me false and reprehensible. You'd be justified. I couldn't stand the thought of your reading all my words unless I knew for certain that I'd never have to face you again, so please don't look for me. If you read the book in its entirety, you'll know for truth who is Lady Saren. And I guess you'll also know that I'm a silly girl who writes down every word you said to me.

Nom, do say something funny so she can admire!

Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.