If Arrogance Were Shoes, He'd Never Go

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.

One Of The Things I Strive For Is Realism. I Need To Be As Real As Possible In The Dilemmas My Characters Face.

I Was Nuts For Stuff In The Middle Ages When I Was Just In The Third And Fourth Grades.

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Libraries Are Places Where The Damaged Go To Find Friends