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Hmm... you fancy making love to fountains?Sylvanus wrote:Call me crazy, but just imagine what one of the Elohim could do.
White Gold Wielder, Ch 2: Leper's GroundHard work and clenched emotions had not hurt the gratuitous womanliness of her body, or dulled the essential luster of her shoulder-length wheaten hair, or harmed the structural beauty of her face. Her driven and self-contained life had not changed the way her eyes misted and ran almost without provocation. But lines had already marked her face, leaving her with a perpetual frown of concentration above the bridge of her straight, delicate nose, and gullies like the implications of pain on either side of her mouth-a mouth which had originally been formed for something more generous than the life which had befallen her. And her voice had become flat, so that it sounded more like a diagnostic tool, a way of eliciting pertinent data, than a vehicle for communication.
Belatedly, he
pictured Linden in the depths of the dromond, holding the
survival of the Search in her hands. He could not bear the
rhythm of her courage, but he saw her face. Framed by her
wheaten hair, it was acute with concentration, knotted be-
tween the brows, marked on either side of the moutb by the
consequences of severity—and beautiful to him in every bone
and line.