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The Viking and The Courtesan is a Sceal Book Award finalist

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   “How do you define love, Brittany?”
    An impossible question. No wonder she shrugged and a strange, I’m-trying- my-damndest-to-think, sound came from the back of her throat?                                                                                                                          Mort shrugged. “There’s a hundred different kinds of it. Instant love now, is that lust?”
      “Well…”
       There’s couples still together years after that arrow strikes. Then there’s what starts out as an obstacle course, so you might not see what’s under your nose, might think this is not the person for you. But that person, by ways too complicated, too tortuous, too twisted to explain, becomes that very one you will never find another of, who you will perish without. The very things about them you think you hate will, by degrees and inches, turn your head, make you look, will worm their canker’s way into your heart, weave into the fabric of your soul. You have no choice but to admit this is the person for you. And you will never walk away because that road is dust, ashes and every lousy thing under the sun that will break you into a thousand pieces if you do. Twisted paths. Brittany. That you’re still here means you’re somewhere on the journey.”

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