One never stops to think what underlies romance. Tragedy and terror, transmuted by time. Add a little art in the telling and voilá! a stirring romance, to make the blood run fast and maidens sigh.
Diana Gabaldon in Outlander.
I really like the poetry of this, although I’m questioning the truth of it. Do time, tragedy and terror told artfully equal romance? What do you think?
Shawn L. Bird 