“Here’s to you, here’s to me, and here’s to the space between us. One of us has to go.’” He met my eyes, a crooked grin on his lips. “‘Not you. Not me. But the space between us.” — Tinnean Copy Share Image
“A-are you going on a raid tomorrow after you take me home?” He glanced up from his work. “With this? His dark eyes filled with laughter as he peered along the crooked shaft of the lance. “Blue Eyes, a crooked… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
