The RAVEN the LION and the WHITE DRAGON “A fusion of thoughts, seemingly unconnected memories, flooded into his mind. Edwin had once let his mother, Æelfi measure his height. She had said he stood, a blond haired, statuesque, seven feet. Statuesque? He liked to think he was no different from his companions who were also strong and just as capable as he. As far as his height and reach were concerned, true, it did give him an advantage when in combat. His friends at Earl Harold’s court, likened him to Stonehenge; his rock hard muscles, sagacious chiselled head set on thick broad shoulders. His beguiling smile hid his ability to see through people’s duplicity.” -Roy Stedall-Humphryes, The RAVEN the LION and the WHITE DRAGON
“A fusion of thoughts, seemingly unconnected memories, flooded into his mind. Edwin had once let his mother, Æelfi measure his height. She had said he stood, a blond haired, statuesque, seven feet. Statuesque? He liked to think he was no different from his companions who were also strong and just as capable as he. As far as his height and reach were concerned, true, it did give him an advantage when in combat. His friends at Earl Harold’s court, likened him to Stonehenge; his rock hard muscles, sagacious chiselled head set on thick broad shoulders. His beguiling smile hid his ability to see through people’s duplicity.”
-Roy Stedall-Humphryes, The RAVEN the LION and the WHITE DRAGON