Amor (qué placer escribir esta palabra), amor, amor...
And so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after.
Rapid movement was a relief in the midst of so much feeling.
But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he'd caught the bridle of Sir Stephan's horse. His face had been close to mine. Two curls had spilled onto his forehead. A few freckles d...
But sleep was busy elsewhere
Luck was with me. I saw no spiders.Luck was against me. I saw no specters.
You were her friend? he asked. You liked her? I told him Ella was the best friend I ever had. He paused again, and I feared he would say she died. But he finally answered that he believed her to be we...
That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her head s...
Perhaps you couldn't help being angry... but you could certainly stop yourself from repaying one offense with another.
Daughter, we didn't need your note - or a prince's visit - to tell us you'd done nothing wrong. We know the daughter we raised. We fear for your future, but never for your character. You take our love...
Drualt cleared his throat and began the traditional stanzas from Drualt. They hadn’t been said at weddings in his day, naturally, but they’d been said in Bamarre for centuries now. Drualt took Freya’s...
Drualt took Freya's warm hand,Her strong hand,Her sword hand,And pressed it to his lips,Pressed it to his heart.Come with me,' he said.Come with me to battle,My love. Tarry at my side.Stay with meWhen...
Edmund,
Everyone called it losing Mother, but she wasn’t lost. She was gone, and no matter where I went — another town, another country, Fairyland, or Gnome Caverns — I wouldn’t find her
Everyone dies. You needn't go on about it so.
Legs.
She asks why I like her.Might as well askWhy I breathe.Maybe tomorrow I won'tBreathe or like herAnymore.Maybe tomorrow the tidesWill stop.Maybe tomorrow will bringNo more rainbows.Maybe tomorrowShe wi...
Father asks frequently in his letters whether I fancy any Ayorthaian young lady or any in our acquaintance at home. I say no I suppose I'm confessing another fault: pride. I don't want him to know tha...
Gnomic, !chocH !choe echachoed dh zchoaK !chocH
Perhaps we can come here together someday. By the way, you're a month older than the last time I saw you. Are you still too young to marry.
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