“He stopped and looked at her. "Your eyes are leaking." "It's the flowers. They make me sneeze." "Then let us be away from the garden. Open the door, love, if you will." She obeyed, then froze halfway over the threshold. "What did you call me?" "The first of countless endearments if you'll but stir yourself to hold our current course.” IfsFirstsEyeCoursesDoorsFlowerGardenCurrentsCall MeHalfwayThresholdEndearment Author:Lynn Kurland
“She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.” BeautifulImaginationTreeSittingGarden Book:Spellweaver Source: Spellweaver
