To Calbernans, love and happiness were not simply emotions. They were as essential as air and water. A Calbernan could not live without them.

The strength of Calberna flows from our women. We protect them, we love them, but we do not cage them.

I am a Prince of Calberna. I have trained my whole life not only to lead our warriors to victory in battle, but also to serve and protect.

There was something breathtakingly beautiful about the life he was describing... She could almost feel his need and his love lapping at her like waves on a beach.

He looked exactly like what he was: a rich and valorous Sealord of Calberna, strong, battle-tested. Confident in all things and easy on the eye. A man even a wealthy, beautiful, magically gifted princess would be pleased to call her own.

Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.

Two lovers, two hearts, one soul.Only joined can they be truly complete.Only joined can they survive the darkness.

The Fey did nothing in half measures. That intensity of emotion was part of their appeal. It made them the fiercest warriors, the staunchest allies, the most passionate lovers. The most devoted mates.

Death offers us hope, at least. Not for this life, but for another.