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. CarrTag: 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. CarrTag: 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. CarrTag: funny horse horses horseback-riding fantasy-fiction
A figure stood at the far end, cloaked in black and beckoning him.
Patrick W. CarrTag: magic mysterious fantasy-fiction
The next day, the villages came closer together until the beginnings and endings could no longer be discerned.
Patrick W. CarrTag: endings-and-beginnings villages a-cast-of-stones
Short questions with long answers, my boy.
Patrick W. CarrSomebody's been feeding the boy fables. Probably the king's niece. Humph. Nice girl. Too many romantic notions, though.
Patrick W. CarrHer 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. CarrTag: love lost romance death funny anger stone first-love head first loved funny-romance funny-love stone-head
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