Ayla just didn't seem like a woman who was about to join and establish a new hearth with a man she loved. There was no joy, no excitement. Something was missing. Something called Jondalar.
Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are...
Ayla, what am I doing wrong? he asked, standing in front of her, dripping. It's not you. I'm the one who's doingit wrong. You're not doing anything wrong. Yes I am. I've been trying all day to encoura...
She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he woul...
You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.