Morgwyn

“She looked up, past that broad chest and strong, stubbled chin, to a generous sweep of black hair and eyes the color of autumn leaves, flickering somewhere between green and gold. She didn’t know if it was the lilting lullaby, the sheer towering height of this stranger, or the way those autumn eyes were looking at her, but she felt suddenly dazed.”
― Catherine Doyle, The Dagger and the Flame