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I had a weird epiphany about my novels...

They're like children.

My first born is The King's Tale. It was a blessing, and full of such promise, and it will always be my secret favorite because it came first.

My second born is Promises and Lies, the rebel child. The one that is nothing but problems and heartache, but I'll always love it because it's mine.

My newest baby is The King's Heart, the one where the labor and delivery almost killed me. Almost a letdown, but still so very loved.

And then there's the .... I don't know what to call my novella Blue Moon. Not a full-fledged child, but not a step-child....the one who just shines and shines and begs for attention so much that it can't be left out in the cold.