Ferada’s father was still a handsome man, for all the touch of gray in his russet hair, but tonight he was plainly ill at ease.
From Well of Shades
“The child looked up, his gaze moving over Broichan’s face, his dark robe, the oaken staff with its intricate markings, the black hair in its many small plaits tied with colored threads.”
“Broichan turned his dark, impassive eyes on the child.”
From The Dark Mirror
Last Updated: 30.October.2010
“[…] a man I had not seen last night, a large, square-jawed individual with knives at his belt and a heavy axe slung on his back. He had on a worn but well-cared-for leather breastplate over practical garments of wool; it was the garb of a warrior. His hair was more grey than fair, and hung to his shoulders in thick twisted locks.”
From Heart’s Blood
Last Updated: 13.February.2011
He was a man of solid build and stern appearance, and everything about him spoke of discipline. He dressed plainly; still, there was something about him that told you, instantly, that he was a leader. He wore his brown hair tied tightly back.
For an instant, his dark, deep-set eyes met mine […]
From Daughter of the Forest
Last Updated: 18.March.2012