Nerdanel never mourned in public. She did her mourning for her husband-sons-grandsons in private, alone, away from the shame she felt for their actions among the others of her race. Alone, she could treasure the memories of peace, of small children smiling, of pregnancies full of joy and love that was young and pure and beautiful ( Read more... )

It's like being newly in love all over again - like being newlyweds all over again. Her cheeks feel hot, and she can feel her blood warming. She gives him a playful little shove at the same time as she tilts her head to grant him better access. "Mmmm," she says, a little more huskily, and curves her body to fit against his, the feeling as natural ( Read more... )

Nerdanel is not pleased ( Read more... )