Emberwood [m] You already know that it's hard to find gold in this crap disco

Maybe he was trying to make her cry. Or maybe —

Reverie thought of Selena then, words she'd once felt so disconnected from when she thought of her own love. It'd been so long ago. And she'd been wrong about Lestan, though she'd never really been sure about him to begin with.

Maybe it's you, she thought dizzily, trailing kisses along his cheek and down his neck in response to his promise. Then I'll give you as many children as you want, Reverie promised. As many as she could.

Her first marriage was a topic far less pleasant to speak of. But it was easy to speak to Dusty Rose by now, easy to pick up where she'd left off with the story of Kvarsheim and all that had happened there. So she told him quietly the story of Lestan; their meeting and how they'd immediately been smitten with one another, how her brothers had found her and the fear of them had driven her to Swiftcurrent Creek. The surprise of her pregnancy; how he'd left; Moss; Arric and Akavir; the witch and the cave and small gods; Lestan's return, Moss's hatred, the small family's flight and their suffering and Riordan and Saltshore and finally,

the end of it all. Lestan leaving again and all the strange things that had happened. Waking on that beach with Blossom only to find Boone there.

I've led a strange life, I think, She finished, eyes searching Dusty Rose now. I'm not sure. I don't have much to compare it to.