It startled me to realize how far away I'd been. I was still walking at his side, hands on his arm, but for a moment only my body had been there.
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He kept walking but turned his face full to me, never missing a step. The mounds remind me of the plaza in Washington, D. Your thoughts are far away, Meredith, Doyle said. I'm sorry, Doyle, were you speaking to me? I shook my head. I've never seen your hair when it wasn't braided or tied in a club. He let the cloak slide off his shoulders, spilling it over one arm. Breezeblox is an addictive puzzle game where the objective is to reach the end cube without moving off the platform. Would you prefer that we be out among the humans, working with them, mating with them like the fey that stayed behind in Europe? They are no longer fey, just another minority.Įasily done, he said, and undid the cloak at his neck. I realized that except for the small knot that captured the front pieces of his hair, the rest of his hair was spilling out underneath the cloak, loose. The long feathers brushed his neck, mingling with the spill of black hair that was only partially trapped down the back of the cloak. What of him? Doyle turned his head to look at me as we walked. None of my direct relatives were involved in Hitler's death, so I don't know for sure, but I suspect strongly that something simply ate her. Sad to think that the fey's glory days are passed and us being here in this place is proof of that. His eyes were just black mirrors once more. Sad to know that the glory days passed this place by long before we arrived. Sad to think that Washington may someday be a tired ruin. I closed my eyes, suddenly dizzy and nauseated.
Except the colors in his eyes were rich and pure, not ghostly, and there were reds and purples and colors that shone nowhere near us. We were standing in a pool of yellow light, but there were pinpricks of every color of will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes, swirling like a tiny cloud of colored fireflies. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. I was thinking about his medals that he won in World War II. That I will stake my oath on.īut yet the comparison of the two cities saddens you. You are Meredith, Princess of Flesh, and as sidhe as I am. I'd never been around a man whose face reflected so many emotions, and yet been able to read so few of them. A look passed over his face, some serious thought that I couldn't read.
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