She padded toward Han, barefoot, like a faerie startled out of a forest bower, bewitching mix of clan and flatland beauty.
Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.
What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?
That's what happens when you love someone... you notice and notice and notice.
I continue to believe in miracles. But i know that miracles come to those who work very hard
His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.