He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense. Errol licked his lips. Did he want a drink? He hadn't gone more than two days in a row without a drink since he was...since...Warrel...the quarry...stone.
Patrick W. CarrStichwörter: drinking memories stone intense-desire intense-emotions errol
I never knew a woman could be fierce and beautiful and smart before I met you. Every time I see you I think of a hawk, beautiful and deadly.
Patrick W. CarrStichwörter: love beauty smart hawk deadly
Once Errol righted himself into some semblance of horsemanship, they set off at an easy canter. That is, the other horses set off at a canter, while Errol's horse settled into a teeth-shattering trot. After a hundred paces he could feel Horace's backbone through the saddle. The other riders pulled ahead without a backward glance, leaving him to his four-footed torture.
Patrick W. CarrStichwörter: funny horse horses horseback-riding fantasy-fiction
A figure stood at the far end, cloaked in black and beckoning him.
Patrick W. CarrStichwörter: magic mysterious fantasy-fiction
The next day, the villages came closer together until the beginnings and endings could no longer be discerned.
Patrick W. CarrStichwörter: endings-and-beginnings villages a-cast-of-stones
Short questions with long answers, my boy.
Patrick W. CarrStichwörter: questions short long
Somebody's been feeding the boy fables. Probably the king's niece. Humph. Nice girl. Too many romantic notions, though.
Patrick W. CarrStichwörter: romantic fables king
Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first.
Patrick W. CarrStichwörter: love lost romance death funny anger stone first-love head first loved funny-romance funny-love stone-head
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