Dear reader,When I began to write this story, I had no idea where it would take me. Like so many of my stories, it started out as a vague idea, a few scattered impressions and half-baked scenes. When I finally saw what it would turn into, it surprised me more than anyone. I have never written anything like this, and I never thought I would, fantasy-nerd that I am.
You might think: "Urgh, great. Another lovestory."
Or you might have clicked on this story, expecting steam, and drama, and heartbreak or a dominant bad boy and teenage angst, painful relationships and bitter tears.
This story is not like that, though, even if some of the above have a place in it. It is an homage to love and to life. It is a love letter to Calliope and to James.
Sweeter than an endless summer day.
Warmer than the sun-kissed blackberries that remind me of a happy childhood.
Lighter than the carefree laughter of a little girl hunting for grasshoppers behind her best friend's house.
Softer than the voice of a father when he reassures his girl that she never has to stop playing outside if she doesn't want to.
And more passionate than a child's fervent quest for all things magical.
I hope this caleidoscope of life, this written flipbook of love, gives you a bunch of sweet moments, just like it gave me when I wrote it.
If nothing else, I hope you leave this story with a smile on your face.
Heaven knows we could all do with more smiles.
I wish you well, wherever you are.
Caroline
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We Lucky Few
RomanceJames just moved back into his hometown, where he meets his intriguing new neighbor, Calliope. Calliope puzzles him. And James loves to hunt for the truth. As James is plunged into Calliope's life, he discovers a jumble of fascinating contradictions...