“Blue Eyes, you will drink?” Loretta waved him away. A long silence settled over them. Then Hunter grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. “ Habbe we-ich-ket , seeking death, it is not wisdom.” He wedged the… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Loretta snuggled deeply into silken furs, trying to escape the persistent hand that shook her shoulder and the voice that called to her. Not her name, anyway. Blue Eyes. What kind of name was that? “Blue Eyes, you will be… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
