“She didn't turn away, only watched, her black, black eyes nothing more than objects of dark existence, being rather than seeing, and he loved her and hated her with emotion so intense it stole away precious seconds of his dying… — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“Oh, but somehow, some way, maybe she had and just didn't know it. Those strange workings destined to always end with her standing like… — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“All the whys and how comes he'd hidden from and maybe, just maybe, she could tell him of things he'd missed. Love overlooked.” — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“Something nameless yet essential was gone from him and he couldn't bear the thought of it being stolen. It wasn't a feeling of great… — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“In that moment she hated Sar, hated his simple way of life and the power he'd given her over it. Hated that somewhere, someone… — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“She didn't turn away, only watched, her black, black eyes nothing more than objects of dark existence, being rather than seeing, and he loved… — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“His soul,the only fire in a frozen river,spoke up and identified the sound as the Language of the Dead.” — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
