So, do I address you as Amira from now on? I mean, at your advanced age of 600+ years I need to be respectful.

Sorry, I couldn't help it, I'm not making fun of you or your novel. I simply have this proclivity for taking life not too seriously. I certainly wish you all the success and rewards of a large fanbase that your work deserves.

It's just the blurb, but I have the distinct impression that this is about something I believe to have observed in (many?) women: an occasional inner conflict between being equally attracted to the good guy and the bad boy.

Oh, and Adelaide, I missed out on that. My wife and I lived in Melbourne 1990-91. But I was too busy to travel around much (that's what happens when you take life too seriously). Today I regret it.