Quotes from Rebecca Brandewyne

For the heart is not a candle that, once lit, can be extinguished at will, but a fragile, foolish thing, all too easily wounded, all too slow to heal.

As the ground blossomed into greenness With the touch of the summer sun Matched the color of her eyes. She gazed out over the shifting seas And there appeared on the horizon A tall white sail That marked his coming. They say he took her Violently, Arrogantly, As was his fashion, And made her his. Theirs was no gentle love Born of soft romance, But a flaming passion Which burned the bitter memories of time, And set ablaze forever The shadows of their lives.

Like the night mist twining itself about the hills and hollows of the land, he enfolded her then, his mouth softly fierce upon her lips, her breasts, her belly as he led her up a wending mountain path of the Northland, past fairy rings and elfin trees to a place where Thor's hammer, Mjöllnir, split the heavens asunder, and Rhowenna knew she soared higher than the gods in Asgard before floating gently back to earth, to drift like a swan upon a wild Northland mere