“Pearl spent the passing days buried so deep in the musty, dusty sorcery tomes that sometimes when she emerged, she spoke in archaic english. "Hast thou a light?" she'd asked him this afternoon when her study room had grown dark… — Gail Dayton Copy Share Image
“She gathered herself up- rather like collecting her skirts before mounting a carriage” — Gail Dayton Copy Share Image
“Kallista nodded. “Come, Torchay. Seems we should pack.” They sailed upriver with the dawn. “What’s wrong with you?” Someone had hold of Stone’s hair,… — Gail Dayton Copy Share Image
“She gathered herself up- rather like collecting her skirts before mountibg a carriage” — Gail Dayton Copy Share Image
“Pearl spent the passing days buried so deep in the musty, dusty sorcery tomes that sometimes when she emerged, she spoke in archaic english.… — Gail Dayton Copy Share Image
“Pleased as punch. That's an odd-sounding turn of phrase, isn't it? How can a punch be pleased? It's punch. Rum and lemons and such.… — Gail Dayton Copy Share Image
“The warmth in his eyes flared to heat and he captured her hand in both of his, bending over it to hold his lips… — Gail Dayton Copy Share Image
“Amanusa sighed. She held out her hand to her husband who helped her to her feet. "Back to the salt mine Grey calls a… — Gail Dayton Copy Share Image
