Posts tagged ‘A: Henry Cavill’

July 13, 2010

Bridei

Bridei:

“The firm jaw was Maelchon’s; so was the upright stance, the iron will that kept those eyes open for all the pull of sleep, and summoned the memorized words amid the strangeness of this sudden waking to a different world. The sweet blue eyes, the curling brown hair, the little frown, those were Anfreda’s.”

From The Dark Mirror

Last Updated: 4.November.2011

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July 11, 2010

Faolan

Faolan:

“Words fled. There was a perfect image of Faolan in her mind, correct in every detail: his strength, his kindness, his courage. His reticence; his wariness. Those things were the essence of the man. But they were not what this girl wanted.”

“Dark hair,” Eile went on. “Medium build, rather forbidding look about him. About Drustan’s age, but he looks older.[…]
“Maybe I overlooked him,” said the girl lightly.

From The Well of Shades

Last updated: 9.January.2012

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July 7, 2010

Bran

Bran:

“This was a face such as I had never seen before, even in the most fanciful of dreams, a face that was, in its way, a work of art. For it was light and dark, night and day, this world and the Otherworld. On the left side, the face of a youngish man, the skin weathered but fair, the eye gray and clear, the mouth well formed if unyielding in character. On all the right side, extending from an undrawn mark down the exact center, an etching of line and curve and feathery pattern, like the mask of some fierce bird of prey. An eagle? A goshawk? No, it was, I thought, a raven, even as far as the circles about the eye and the suggestion of predatory beak around the nostril. The mark of the raven. If I had not been so frightened, I might have laughed at the irony of it. The pattern extended down his neck and under the border of his leather jerkin and the linen shirt he wore beneath it. His head was completely shaven, and the skull, too, was colored the same, half-man, half-wild creature; some great artist of the inks and needle had wrought this over many days, and I imagined the pain must have been considerable.”

From Son of Shadows

Last Updated: 29.August.2012

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June 28, 2010

Red

Red (Lord Hugh of Harrowfield):

“His hair was cropped ruthlessly short, but both it and the few days’ stubble of beard were lit by the fire’s glow to the bright red-gold of autumn sun on oak leaves. His face was formidable though he was young in years, perhaps not much more than Liam’s age. The nose was long and straight, the jaw set firm, the mouth wide and thin-lipped.”

From Daughter of the Forest

Last Updated: 29.August.2012

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