Tinker (Elfhome, #1)

by Wen Spencer

"Life is a marvelous adventure," he whispered. "And I wish not to end it now. Especially now that things have gotten even more interesting."

So she went back to her bedroom to dress. She found herself pawing through her underwear drawer, looking for the plainest pair of panties she owned. She stopped herself, picked a pair randomly off the top, and pulled them on. Clean jeans, a T-shirt, socks, and then her boots. She stomped around, feeling more like herself.

"Human are like snowflakes; nothing about humans is the same. They've chopped their planet up into thousands of governments, cultures, traditions, religions, so forth and so on.

Sparrow—age only makes you wiser if you stay honest with yourself."

Tinker snorted at that. "Lain, how do you know when you're in love? How do you recognize it?" "Sometimes you don't. Sometimes you mistake lust as love. And sometimes you only know after you've thrown love away."