Miraude pushed playfully at her companion’s hands.Maldurel of South Marr looked at her in reproach and leaned back into a corner of the coach. “You’re very proper tonight.”She dimpled at him. “Don’t rush me.”“Thought you liked to be rushed.”“Well, sometimes I do . . .” Her expression grew wicked....
Once they had been green; now a thin layer of dust had coated them olive. In the strong cold wind, they rattled and shook but did not give. They had been well made by someone. But whoever that someone was, it seemed they were no longer here. Jehan looked back over his shoulder, said, “I don’t thi...