“Dame Aline, somewhat younger than her husband, was a short, sturdily built woman with fair hair beneath a white lace coif, small square hands, a merry giggle. She had a mask of light freckles across her face that on feast… — Douglas Nicholas Copy Share Image
“Something had curdled in the atmosphere of the great hall. A further restlessness, a sense of unease, seemed to seep into the air through… — Douglas Nicholas Copy Share Image
“Lady Isabeau was tall for a woman, nearly as tall as Molly, but slender where Molly was stout, with a smooth immobile face that… — Douglas Nicholas Copy Share Image
“Precious Christ!” cried Sir Balthasar, looking down at what lay on the floor. “Has he been torn by demons?” — Douglas Nicholas Copy Share Image
“There is nothing,” she said, and then, still looking away into the woods, reached sideways and took Ernald's arm firmly, “but be said by… — Douglas Nicholas Copy Share Image
“Dame Aline, somewhat younger than her husband, was a short, sturdily built woman with fair hair beneath a white lace coif, small square hands,… — Douglas Nicholas Copy Share Image
