“ Reflections of the battlements shimmered in the deep green moat, casting an image of enduring strength, an image that defied the very siege of time. Karen Azinger
“ Beauty to beguile, spies to ensnare, and gold, always gold, to tempt, to trap, to control. Karen Azinger
“ All his senses screamed in warning, the very air reeking of forbidden magic, but duty call him forward. Karen Azinger
