Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn’t be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldn’t.
I’m a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second, but I know I would crumble if I lost you.
Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.
I couldn’t see what was real until time had washed away everything else.
Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else’s story all your life.
There’s nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you’ve decided to hate.
Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens.
Nom, do say something funny so she can admire!
She was born Anidori-Kiladra Talianna Isilee, Crown Princess of Kildenree, and she did not open her eyes for three days.
Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.
Goodness knows she is too fierce for you Goodness knows she has eyes for a lord Goodness knows she yet will prove untrue Her cheek’s blush is as false as her word.
When the mountain quaked Like an elbow’s nudge Like a shout that something is wrong The people awoke and Knew, yes, knew, that bandits had come.
Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.
They weren’t nice words he said. He could’ve lived a good life and died never having made a person feel rubbed down to bones and too sad to hold together.
Life is short, so live extra lives. Read books.
Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don’t make sense.
He would never abandon her, never leave a gaping hole, and even if he died someday, he was preserved like a lab specimen from all the alcohol he imbibed, so he wouldn’t look or act much different.
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.
No wolf falters before the bite So strike No hawk wavers before the dive Just strike.
But the hoping, that’s what really hurts.