I've got a secret. Ever since I was ten years old and my mother made fun of my predeliction for writing about fairy princesses and knights in shining armor, I've been hiding who I am. I've spent most of my life dreading the day that someone would see through the image of calm and confidence that I try to project and expose me as an incurable romantic who wants nothing more than to see humanity conquer fear and transcend the ordinary. So I've played it cool. I've been sarcastic, aloof, cold and cruel. I've been pretending that I'm not a girl who believes in fairy tales and romance. Well, I'm done with pretending. I'm choosing to get real about what I care about, what turns me on, what lights me up. This archive of fiction is where I get to be emotionally intimate and spiritually naked and deal with everything that comes out of that. To me, "Logan" and "Marie" are endless and eternal. They are the characters I love to read about: the unwilling hero and the emotionally-damaged heroine. Both are afraid to reach out for comfort and tenderness, but together they become an incendiary combination. They are a powerful story that goes deeper than sex or death or violence. These two people are about pain and sacrifice and love and glory and redemption. And that's definitely worth my time and energy.

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