Keeper:
“She thought of those eyes: deepest green, mysterious, unfathomable; those hands, long fingered, dexterous, dangerous…”
“He was very still, and very close; if she had reached out a hand she could have touched his hair, hair dark as a crow’s wing, matted and wild. There was a feather in it, shinning green-blue, and a strand of dried weed.”
From Foxmask
Sam:
“Now the eyes of the three men turned to take in tall, blond Sam, who stood stolid under their searching gaze, and then moved back to the shivering Creidhe who leaned on his arm.”
“Sam bore a damp-looking sack on his shoulder; he stood by the pathway in the dark sand, his guileless blue eyes shadowed wit anxiety.”
From Foxmask
Asgrim:
“As for the man himself, he was formidable enough. He regarded them levelly as they approached, his dark eyes assessing, his mouth a thin line, giving nothing away. He was of middle height, not strongly built but wiry and lithe-looking. He was the right age, or could be: the hair dark as a crow’s wing, with a thread or two of gray at the temples, the right cheek marked with the same parallel scarring they had seen on the other men, a five-line pattern drawn with neat precision. The robe he wore was not kingly, but of plain wool, its only trim a narrow, patterned border, lighter gray on darker. his hair was tied back with a strip of the same woven braid. The impression was austere.”
From Foxmask
Brother Tadhg:
“The curiously tonsured head was held high, the shoulders square; the little man in the threadbare brown robe made a strangely dignified figure amidst this company of tall warriors and richly dressed courtiers. There was a livid bruise on his left cheek and a deep, oozing cut over his eye.”
From Wolfskin
Nessa:
“Her footsteps had been soft as a wren’s, but something had made him turn, and when he saw her, he couldn’t tell if she were human or spirit, a waif of a thing with long hair streaming in the wind, and eyes such as he’d never seen before, the palest sea-gray with a darker rim to them.”
“He could imagine the solemn expression in her strange, light eyes, he could see how her silky brown hair might flow over her shoulders as she bent to move the little stones delicately into place. He could envisage the play of lamplight on the pale skin of her cheek, and the soft rosy curve of her mouth. He could see her as if she were right there before him…”
From Wolfskin
Last Updated: 10.September.2011
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Anne Hathaway
Eyvind:
“There was one among these warriors who caught Nessa’s eye. He seemed young, though he was as tall and broad as the biggest of them; he had hair of butter-yellow that curled around his ears.”
“The man with the axe and the blue eyes was watching his leader, and did not seem to notice her.”
From Wolfskin
Last Updated: 10.September.2011
