The tears I feel todayI’ll wait to shed tomorrow.Though I’ll not sleep this nightNor find surcease from sorrow.My eyes must keep their sight:I dare not be tear-blinded.I must be free to talkNot choked with grief,...

Step by stepMoment by momentWe live throughAnother day

Fight only in direst needNot for lust or petty greedHonor those that do give birthRespect them well for their full worth

It is time to end a story that began in sorrow and ordeal and has ended in a deep and lasting happiness. May it be so for others.

If Jana had been given to putting her thoughts into words, she might have told Laxmi that without someone to love,there was no reason to live.

Harper to your word be trueHolder, crafter you also hewTo honesty, integrity, and respectAll others without regard to intellect

My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night dark sea.Swift born, dream bound and rudderless, her captain and crew are me.We’ve sailed a hundred sleeping tides where no seaman’s ever beenAnd only...

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

I have a shelf of comfort books, which I read when the world closes in on me or something untoward happens.

Dragon kind was no less cruel than mankind. The Dragon, at least, acted from bestial need rather than bestial greed.”~ A thought by Lessa ~

speak hard, steal the air.

Above us, outlined against the brilliant sky, dragons crowded every available perching space on the Rim. And the sun made a gold of every one of them.

Children’s voices – even those who couldn’t carry the tune – are always appealing.

Harper, treat your words with careFor they may cause joy or despairSing your songs of health and loveOf dragons flaming from above

There’s something wrong in not appreciating one’s own special abilities, my girl. Find your own limitations, yes, but don’t limit yourself with false modesty.