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Each Of My Novels Features A Protagonist Undertaking A Difficult Personal Journey. On The Way, Each Of These Characters - Mostly Female - Discovers Something About Herself And At The Same Time Makes An Impact On Other People's Lives.

The Greatest Tales, Well Told, Awaken The Fears And Longings Of The Listeners. Each Man Hears A Different Story. Each Is Touched By It According To His Inner Self. The Words Go To The Ear, But The True Message Travels Straight To The Spirit.

I Had Grown Up. I Had Learned That Being A Woman Was Knowing When To Stand Firm And When To Compromise. I Had Learned To Laugh And Weep; I Had Learned That I Was Weak As Well As Strong. I Had Learned To Love. I Was No Longer A Rigid, Upright Tree That Would Not Flex And Bow, Even Though The Gale Threatened To Snap It In Two; I Was The Willow That Bends And Shivers And Sways, And Yet Remains Strong.

How Could You Not Know?" His Voice Was Full Of Wonderment. "you Changed Me Utterly. You Were Like A...like A Bright, Wonderful Bloom In A Garden Full Of Weeds. Like A Graceful Capital On A Page Of Plain Script, A Letter Decorated With The Deepest, Finest Colors In All Erin. Like A Flame, Caitrin. Like A Song.

Johnny Was Sobbing In Shuddering Gasps, Telling Me His Small Tale Of Woe, That The World Was Suddently Different, And That He Wanted Me To Make It Better, Right Now Please." --liadan's Interpretation Of Her Baby's Cries.