Mindful of not thanking their benefactors, in case, like wights, they took offense, she added, "Your kindness is gratefully acknowledged. May your trees be forever fruitful.
She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.
Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.
