It is innocent and humble yet filled with knowledge and experience. There is not a corny line, nor word nor letter in this story. I was Lilac, the timid yet the bold the Regency woman who would not place herself on the “marriage mart” for the sake of avoiding spinsterhood, the one who would not take herself all that seriously the one who was chosen by a greater power to be his mate for life, the one who received (without asking for it) the “I choose you over every other” pledge instead of the one making it. Instead, I was with the Familiar, the man who would be feline and human, the man in lust with all women but in love with only one. I did, while vacationing in Florida and momentarily forgot (and couldn’t care less) I was on the beach, facing the ocean, savoring the breeze, basking in the sun surrounded by tall, long-haired blond Swedish studs. You will then understand for the first time perhaps the full measure of the expression “anticipation”. His name was Rejar…”įor those who haven’t read it yet, I suggest you begin and finish Rejar while listening to Loreena McKennitt’s new CD, The Book of Secrets.
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