Joan Mcphillips

“Aye, I can.” He pressed his hand against her belly above her womb. “I love you, Bethie Stewart. Any
child you conceive of me will be born of that love. You’ll be a light to our children, as you are a light to
Belle—as you are a light to me.”
She looked into his eyes, saw the full force of his feelings revealed there, felt as if her heart were singing.
He loved her . Oh, how she had longed to hear those precious words! And yet . . . “I dinnae know if our
love will be enough.”
“It will be more than enough.” Then he covered her mouth with his, and she forgot everything but him.”
― Pamela Clare, Ride the Fire

“...he wondered if maybe just occasionally the gods designed a woman fit for a king or a prince and then gave her to an ordinary man. Maybe they did such a thing once in a while, knowing an ordinary man would treasure her more, love her better. Maybe they even let him keep her - for a while.”
― Ellen O'Connell, Eyes of Silver, Eyes of Gold