Anluan

Anluan:

“His appearance was unsettling, for although his features were above the commonplace in beauty, they were at the same time somehow skewed, as if the two sides of his face were not a perfect match for each other. I noted the red hair, as ill tended and overgrown as his garden, and the fair complexion, flushed by anger. His eyes were of an intense dark blue and as inimical as his voice.”

From Heart’s Blood

Last Updated: 13.February.2011

Cathal

Cathal:

“I thought his dark eyes were on Sibeal and me.”

“I regarded the sleeping Cathal, stretched out under the cloak with his head pillowed on one bent arm. In repose his features were pleasing: not handsome like Aidan’s or harmonious like Johnny’s, but grave and strong. The eyelids were shadowed with weariness; the bold strokes of the fox tattoo emphasised the dark, emphatic brows, the straight nose and prominent cheekbones. The contours of his face were all angular, with nothing soft about them, though his lips looked less severe in slumber.”

From Heir to Sevenwaters

Last Updated: 12.October.2013

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

Darragh

Darragh:

“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

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

Drustan

Drustan:

“As for the second man, he was tall, she could see that as the two of them released their and, in a flurry of agile limbs, circled and came to grips once more. The second man was graceful, wide of shoulder and narrow of waist, long legged and supple in his movements. He was quick; his skill in ducking and weaving kept him out of Deord’s powerful grip until he was ready for him. This man had a strong-boned face that seemed vaguely familiar. The skin was unmarked; he bore neither kin signs nor battle-counts. Like Deord he was clean-shaven, but had a head of luxuriant hair the tawny hue of an eagle’s feathers, or sun on autumn oaks, or the pelt of a red fox. His eyes were bright; whether it was the fair morning, or his enjoyment of the fine sport, or whether he was a man naturally give to laughter, those eyes captured all the brilliance of the dawn, rendering his features radiant with light. Ana had to remind herself to breathe. He was, quite simply, the most beautiful thing she had ever set eyes upon.”

From Blade of Fortriu

Last Updated: 16.April.2011

Somerled

Somerled:

“He looked down the temple toward the great assembly of folk, and straight into a pair of eyes so dark, so piercingly intense that his heart seemed to grow still a moment, then lurch painfully back into life. His mind had been on Thor, and blood, and sacrifice, and for a moment he had thought—but no, this was only a boy, a lad of his own age or maybe younger, who stood among the richly dressed entourage of the nobleman, Ulf. But how he stared. He looked at Eyvind as a starving wolf gazes at a man across the wayside fire, wary, fascinated, dangerous. The boy was pale and thin, his brown hair straggling unplaited, his mouth a line. His features were unremarkable save for those feral eyes. “

From Wolfskin

Last updated 19.June.2011