“Underhill saw Sorrowmouth stooped in the doorway with his bowl and thorn, mottled skin burnished gold in the lamp glow, beady eyes… — Simon Avery Copy Share Image
“Krisztina played the song. It was a lament made of eight notes, repeated. It was an empty melody. It sounded elemental too; it made… — Simon Avery Copy Share Image
“Underhill had to fight with himself to remain in place. But something was already changing inside him. Something that had become familiar in the… — Simon Avery Copy Share Image
“Underhill saw Sorrowmouth stooped in the doorway with his bowl and thorn, mottled skin burnished gold in the lamp glow, beady eyes beseeching him.… — Simon Avery Copy Share Image
