For Hanalea the Warrior!

Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.

And it's not just a matter of you hurting me. I will hurt you too, even if I don't want to, I'm not the girl you think I am. And you will remember this conversation , and wish that you'd listened to me.

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. "Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it." As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.

He keeps this up, he's bound to be caught, she thought. And this time they'll dangle him for certain.

Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.