She padded toward Han, barefoot, like a faerie startled out of a forest bower, bewitching mix of clan and flatland beauty.
Cinda Williams ChimaAdmit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule.
Cinda Williams ChimaI have lost everything, Han thought. Then he corrected himself. Every time I think Iโve lost everything, I find thereโs still something else to lose.
Cinda Williams ChimaCrow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.
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