This excerpt from “A Secret Muse” sang to me today…
Prudence rested her cheek upon his hand. “Your scent reached out to me,” she said. “I can hear each rare pulse of your heart even when we are thousands of miles apart.”
“And I, yours.” His gaze lingered over the dragon engraved on the hilt of the knife. “Are you planning your own crusade, my love?”
“I wish for peace,” she said. “Not war.”
“I am not sure that one is possible without the other,” Stephan said.