Gripe, gripe, gripe, all you ever do is gripe,” she retorted, and he laughed, teeth gleaming white through the filthy stubble of his beard, joyful only to be with her again. They were silent then, except for the wordless yelling of battle, merging with the dirty mob of the advancing forces. But he was conscious of her at his side, battle-cold and bright, filled with concentrated fire, and he wondered how he had ever thought her plain.
– Highlighted by Lachlan Hardy in The Ladies of Mandrigyn: The Sun Wolf and Starhawk Series (Book One) by Barbara Hambly
Gripe, gripe, gripe, all you ever do is gripe,” she retorted, and he laughed, teeth gleaming white through the filthy stubble of his beard, joyful only to be with her again. They were silent then, except for the wordless yelling of battle, merging with the dirty mob of the advancing forces. But he was conscious of her at his side, battle-cold and bright, filled with concentrated fire, and he wondered how he had ever thought her plain.
– Highlighted by Lachlan Hardy in The Ladies of Mandrigyn: The Sun Wolf and Starhawk Series (Book One) by Barbara Hambly
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