“When he came into the courtyard,” she told him, lying on her side, facing him, “I thought he was my father come back to life.” Shock broke across his face, and then understanding. He brushed her hair with his fingers.… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Archer took the hand of her uninjured arm, and kissed it. He kissed her fingers, her wrist. His lips brushed her forearm. She stopped humming. She opened her eyes to the sight of his, mischievous and brown, smiling into hers.… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
