![]() ![]() My father had gotten two silver stars in the war. ![]() That I will stake my oath on.ĭoyle looked up at the mounds. You are Meredith, Princess of Flesh, and as sidhe as I am. I'd never been around a man whose face reflected so many emotions, and yet been able to read so few of them. He let the cloak slide off his shoulders, spilling it over one arm.Ī look passed over his face, some serious thought that I couldn't read. Why?Įasily done, he said, and undid the cloak at his neck. I realized that except for the small knot that captured the front pieces of his hair, the rest of his hair was spilling out underneath the cloak, loose.īut yet the comparison of the two cities saddens you. The long feathers brushed his neck, mingling with the spill of black hair that was only partially trapped down the back of the cloak. What of him? Doyle turned his head to look at me as we walked. I think so, but I'd need to see the hair without the cloak to be sure. I'd never heard him ask anyone's opinion of anything. Except the colors in his eyes were rich and pure, not ghostly, and there were reds and purples and colors that shone nowhere near us. We were standing in a pool of yellow light, but there were pinpricks of every color of will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes, swirling like a tiny cloud of colored fireflies. ![]() I looked up at him, and he looked down at me.
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