God Is Dead And I Am His

Magic Exists. Who Can Doubt It, When There Are Rainbows And Wildflowers, The Music Of The Wind And The Silence Of The Stars? Anyone Who Has Loved Has Been Touched By Magic. It Is Such A Simple And Such An Extraordinary Part Of The Lives We Live.

For Once, He Slept First. She Lay In The Dark, Listening To Him Breathe, Stealing A Little Of His Warmth As Her Own Body Cooled. Since He Was Asleep, She Stroked His Hair. "i Love You," She Murmured. "i Love You So Much, I'm Stupid About It." With A Sigh, She Settled Down, Closed Her Eyes, And Willed Her Mind To Empty. Beside Her, Roarke Smiled Into The Dark. He Never Slept First.

When We Grow Up, We Lose The Talent For Loving Without Restrictions.

In The Summer Of 80, Silhouette Bought My First Book.

Luck Is Luck ... What We Do With It Determines Whether It's Good Or Bad.