“He sat in the other chair, taking advantage of the opportunity to take another good look at her. Her fawn-colored hair was sun-streaked from long days spent outdoors. Now it was done up copperhead style, the multiple braids decorated with… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
“Matelon gripped both her hands. “We are soldiers,” he said. “We are not game pieces on a board. Don’t let them play us. Give this thing a chance.” Lyss gently pulled free. “You’re wrong, Captain,” she said. “We never had… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
