“Writing is my dream. From romance to dragons; fairies to fantasy worlds, this is where I live and play. Thanks be to God!”

“You don't pray?" Ram asks."Which one should I pray to," I say flatly, "the dragon, or the fairy?"Ram stares at me.I tug on my ponytail. "That's our religion," I explain, suddenly self-conscious. "A mountain fairy married a dragon. That's where we all come from." I can see the shy smile poking at Ram's lips. "You're half-fairy?""And half-dragon," I remind him."Right. Definitely.”

“How could it be possible that one look from him cold turn me from a strong independent woman to a shy little girl? He was the living embodiment of romance, the hero in my own little fairy tale world.”

“Dismissing fantasy writing because some of it is bad is exactly like saying I'm not reading Jane Eyre because it is a romance and I know romance is crap.”

“I live in different worlds. One world where I perform my duty as a part of society. My favorite is my world. The writing's world.”

“A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?”