In The Darkest Hours We Must Believe

She Looked So Beautiful In The Moonlight, But It Wasn't Only The Way She Looked, It Was What Was Inside Her, Everything From Her Intelligence And Courage To Her Wit, And The Special Smile She Gave Only To Him. He Would Slay A Dragon, If There Were Such A Thing, Just To See That Smile. He Knew He Would Never Want Anyone Else For As Long As He Lived. He Would Rather Spend The Rest Of His Life Alone Than With Someone Else. There Could Be No One Else.

I Had To Live This Long, Have The Experiences I've Had, To Create What I Do. I Knew I Wanted To Write For Years, But I Had To Be Ready So I Wouldn't Blow It. The Move To Maine Was The Final Step.

Do You Hate Me Because I Have Magic?" "of Course Not." "do You Love Me Despite My Magic?" He Thought A Minute. "no. I Love Everything About You, And Your Magic Is Part Of You. That Was How I Got Past The Confessor's Magic. If I Had Loved You Despite Your Power, I Wouldn't Have Been Accepting You For Who You Are. Your Magic Would Have Destroyed Me.

Richard," Kahlan Said, "what About Siddin? Weselan And Savidlin Will Be Worried Sick Over Him." Her Green Eyes Gazed Deep Into His. She Leaned Closer, And Whispered, "and We Have Unfinished Business In The Spirit House. I Believe There Is Still An Apple There We Have Yet To Finish." Her Arm Tightened Around His Waist, And A Little Twist Of A Smile Came To Her Lips. The Shape Of The Smile Caught His Breath In His Throat.

That's What Friends Are For-to Be Strong For You When You Need A Moment To Find Your Own Strength.