“A meadowlark trilled its flutelike song from somewhere in the distance as she picked her way cautiously across the springy, moss-covered ground and around fallen tree branches while trying to avoid stepping on pinecones the size of small pineapples.”

The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.255

“She rubbed her fingertips against her lips to erase the tingling sensation. She wished she could rub away the memory of the look on his face when he pulled away from her. She wanted to erase the words he’d said.”

The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.249

“These gifts would leave her with just one of the blood-red stones that had been her safety net and, in some ways, her albatross. One ruby was more than enough to cover her needs for the foreseeable future.”

The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.246