Ele virou-se para a olhar de frente e os seus olhos encontraram-se de um modo que tinha tudo que ver com amor, do tipo suficientemente forte para arrancar alguém da sepultura, do tipo de nunca esmorecer e nunca falhar
I love you," he said, his voice catching. "When I thought you were going to die, I wanted to die.
Neythen looked perplexed. 'My mum always said I'm named after a saint, not an illness.' 'Which one?' 'Well he had his head chopped off, see? And then he picked it up and carried it down the road a time. All the way back home, I think.' 'Messy,' Piers...
Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Neythen, my lord.' 'Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can ...
They continued on to London, and she's there, safe and sound, waiting for you.' 'You can't know for sure.' Piers swung up into the carriage. 'You will never know for sure if she's dead or alive unless you keep her near you all the time,' Sebastian sa...
