“His warrior's eyes met hers. "You're the reason. My compass home points toward you.” — Natasza Waters Copy Share Image
His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath his cap of sable shine. His right hand, bared of leathern glove, Hangs open like an… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
