“Underhill saw Sorrowmouth stooped in the doorway with his bowl and thorn, mottled skin burnished gold in the lamp glow, beady eyes beseeching him. Underhill nodded and he dipped his head under the doorframe and into the room, towering over… — 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
