Nora can usually be counted on for a halfway decent trilogy. Sure, it’s predictable. Sure, the timeline of true love is sped up. Sure, there’s always some Horrible Danger. Sometimes it’s an otherworldly type of danger, just to mix things up, like a werewolf or a witch or something. Sure, the men are always perfect physical specimens, tall and lanky, funny, totally at ease with women in distress, and not at all freaked out at the thought of marrying what amounts to a total stranger. […]