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.
Cinda Williams ChimaFalling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground.
Cinda Williams ChimaAdmit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule.
Cinda Williams Chima