So, yes, I will marry you. Someday. If you’ll have me,” he said modestly.”Of course I will, you idiot,” I said with a shriek, and threw myself into his arms.

You can’t be just a scribe, or a wizard. Nameless God,” he cried, raking a hand through his hair. “I wish they had never found you, never made you think you were the princess. Nothing...

Carry out your literary dream, no matter how unlikely it may seem…

life weighs heavy upon my shoulders and patience starts wearing thin, it is divine hope and dreams which sustain me, pushing me forth against the wind.

It’s easy to get caught up in where the world is going and lose sight of the direction we were headed.

Wednesday had come and gone in a single breath. As I dreamt of divine love, Picasso, and a vast field of gold, a new dawn had already begun.