Don't Call Me 'gentleman'. I Work For

Alanna: All I Know Is That I'm To Jump When I'm Told And I Have No Free Time.

Do We Say, Oh Now I'm Going To Be Nice To The Weak And The Small? Or Do We Do As We Learned When We Were Pages?

She's All Over Us Like Maggots On Garbage, Just Because I Interfered With One Pickpocket Yesterday.

Curse Him For Being All Tight Muscle, With Ivory Skin And A Mouth As Soft As Rose Petals. Curse Him For Having Hair As Fair As The Sun, And Eyes As Black As Night. Curse Him For Having The Grace Of A Cat And Deft, Cool Hands. And Now I Am Having The Same Argument On Paper That I Have In My Own Head On Too Many Nights. I Know My Choice Is Sensible, But It Isn't My Common Sense I Think With, Those Times Rosto's Stolen A Kiss From Me.

After I Recovered From 'lioness', I Wanted To Write Something About Animals Because I Really Like Mythical Creatures, Especially Dragons. At 12, I Was One Of Those Semi-recluses Who Did Better With Animals Than People. Out Of That, Came The Character, Daine, Who Could Communicate With Animals.