Love is when you like someone so much you have to call it something else.
A world of words where the black characters printed on the parchment he held meant more to this monk than the people or places around him.
With a paring knife she hacked off her waist-length hair just below the chin. Kit felt a shiver of misgiving. How would she net a talking fish now, or tether a dragon? How would she escape from her tower?