He nodded. "And if I don't make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every day of your life, then I don't deserve to be near you.

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

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.

I can see that one can never pay back Gilsa for the fear that she will give again.

Will you accompany me in this dance?” he said, bowing and holding out his hand. “No, thank you.” Miri smiled. The prince frowned and looked and the chief delegate as if for assistance. Miri laughed self consciously. “I, uh, I was teasing.

I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).

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