Anna Cowan

“Kit buried her face in her hands and tried very hard not to laugh. He was so aristocratic he was practically brain-damaged.”
― Anna Cowan, Untamed

“When Tom was a boy he had owned a set of ivory dominoes. The nursery upstairs was a mess of cobwebs and spreading mould now, but back in the magical days, Tom spent hours sitting in the moving square of afternoon sun building meticulous rows of dominoes. Kit would never have had the patience to line them up, but Tom used to let her knock them down. Looking across exactly five paces into the eyes of this man, something in her chest was falling away like those dominoes had – faster than she could stop it. And she wanted, for just a moment, to go into him, like an explorer lowering herself into a black chasm that just might be endless, and endlessly dark.”
― Anna Cowan, Untamed