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393 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published April 3, 2001
"He was dressed as the rest of the young men around him were, in fine tunics and colorful hose, each wearing the heraldry of the lord they served. He blended in well with them. Were it not for just one stray beam of sunlight sliding along the floor, she might not have noticed him at all.As she gets older, Amiranth still waxes poetic about her knight, but she starts to notice his man's figure and dangerous eyes, after Tristan has returned from war a changed man. Needless to say, Abé's carefully manipulated and emphasized details leave the reader breathless throughout the novel.
But the sunlight was there, slanting down from a window high above, and at just the moment when she glanced his way he took a half-step into the light, jostled by a friend, the two of them laughing softly together.
She felt as if she had stepped, unsuspecting, into a vat of honeyed nectar, thick and sweet, filling her, suspending her even as she died within it. A blissful death—or an excruciating life—to gaze upon him, to bear witness to this beauty disguised as an ordinary squire. Amiranth had never before seen such dark splendor, such grace in a boy."
"Did he distress you, my lady?"
The edge of danger to him had returned. Amiranth avoided his look. "No, not at all."
"A strange thing, to find my wife meeting alone - in the dark -with my brother."
"An accident. He came upon me by chance."
He waited, and so she went on, nervous, "He only wanted to - speak of his childhood."
"How very...unlikely."
Her fingers curled against his grip. "It is truth."
"Is that all?"
"He is just a boy, my lord."
"He is a man, my love. Don't mistake it." His fingers locked with hers, warm and strong, almost too tight. "You have a man already, Amiranth. I dislike competition."
"He's not..." She couldn't finish her sentence, the words choked in her throat.
"No," Tristan agreed, silky threat. "He's not."