He Has Artistry," He Repeated. "because That's

You Aren't A Bit Romantic, Are You?" He Asked, Amused. She Sat Back And Stared At Him. She Was Beginning To Think That Neal Required A Keeper. He Seemed To Have The Craziest Ideas. "romance? Isn't That Love Stuff?" She Asked Finally. "it's More Than Just Love. It's Color, And-and Fire. You Don't Want Things Magnificent And Filled With-with Grandeur," He Said, Trying To Make Her Understand. "you Know, Drama. Importance. Transcendent Passion." "i Just Want To Be A Knight," Kel Retorted, Putting Her Used Tableware On Her Tray. "eat Your Vegetables. They're Good For You.

George Looked At Her For A Long Moment. Finally He Replied, "and Why Do You Find It So Hard To Think Someone Might Like You And Want To Do Things For You?

Most Important Of All, There Is No Right Or Wrong Way To Write - There's Only What Works For You. I Was Taught To Write Every Day, But I Know A Writer (a Bestseller At That!) Who Only Writes On Weekends.

Men Broke Into Their Homes, Killed Their Families, Threatened You--and You Won't Let Them Do Anything For Fear You'll Be Hurt. That's Selfish. How Would You Like It If I Took Your Bow And Said I Cared Too Much About You To Let You Fight?

Does Anyone In This Land Act Like They're Supposed To?