Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.

Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded.

She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.

A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses...

You're special, Deirdre, and don't ever think otherwise.