Back in the day, I was into unicorns. In a big way. I collected them. Had shelves of figurines. Windchimes. Notebooks with unicorns on the covers. Books about them. “Labyrinth” was a favorite movie, as was the animated “The Last Unicorn.” I had Pia’s secret figured out by the end of the first chapter when I first read Thea Harrison’s DRAGON BOUND. I still get a bit of thrill when Dragos’s creation story is revealed. And while unicorns are most often associated with young women, there always seems to be a hero in their story. I’ve even written a unicorn story, with a hero. Someday, I might pull that book out, revise, edit, and perhaps publish it, as it a science fiction fantasy and never found a home with a traditional publisher.
But I digress a bit from the Universe’s message. Unicorns are rare and shy and secretive. They are also strong and brave and the embodiment of all things magical. They are the elusive dream, the goal just out of reach, the castle in the air where hope lives. This is why I write romance, why the worlds in my head are rich and varied and sweet. The Universe is onto something, I do believe…
See the hero in everyone, Silver.
… and the unicorn.
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And when you find either, Silver, give a little wink.
My world consists of heroes and unicorns–the unattainable wish to find a love true and everlasting, the happily ever after that romance novels promise. I find the heroes and see the unicorns and I always smile. Now I’ll give a little wink, too.