Posts tagged ‘A: Bryce Langston’

July 12, 2010



“The wait seemed endless, but was maybe not so long; the dark head became less like that of a sea creature and more identifiably that of a man, and the strong rhythmic movement of thin brown arms could be seen through the swell, and the pallor of the face, and the dark eyes filled with grim determination.”

From Child of the Prophecy

Last Updated: 29.August.2012

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July 6, 2010



“He was, indeed, a well-made young fellow, quite tall and very straight backed with the discipline of his kind, his curling hair not the fiery red of my father’s and Niamh’s but a deeper shade, the color at the heart of a winter sunset. And his eyes were dark, the dark of ripe mulberries, and hard to read. There was a little cleft in his chin, and he had a pair of wicked dimples when he allowed them to show.”

From Son of Shadows

Last Updated: 29.August.2012

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June 29, 2010



“His dark curls had been cropped short; he was freshly shaven and he wore a plain white shirt, a waistcoat embroidered with ivy twists, and dark green trousers with riding boots. He looked just as good as he had in my dreams. The green eyes were cool and the mobile mouth unsmiling as he came up to me.”

From Wildwood Dancing

Last updated: 28.October.2011

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