![]() The procession climbed the winding road to Windroven, lined by Hugh’s people, all dressed in the ashy gray of mourning. All that he had been, so glorious, so handsome, full of life and love. ![]() My grief, my rage, they bloomed large in my heart, too huge to escape through such a small channel as a tear duct. When they brought Hugh’s empty body home to me, I didn’t weep.Ī princess never lets her people see her cry. ![]() I hope you all likeįinally, thanks to my family for being the love and balanceĪnd always, to David, for all the little things, every day. Reviewers and readers who loved The Mark of the Tala and Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all the incredible To value knitting, gave me what I needed to know, and would Thanks to my longtime friend, Marin Untiedt, who taught me If anyone gets toĮverlasting gratitude to my critique partners: Marcella BurnardĪnd Carolyn Crane, for the insightful, under-pressure reads and ![]() Publicist and Rebecca Cremonese, for being such a dedicated,Įnthusiastic caretaker of the pages and the story. Senftleben, curmudgeonly editor extraordinaire Vida Engstrand,ĭelightful diva of communications Jane Nutter, a paragon of a To me about celebrating this book and the trilogy, especially Peter Many thanks to everyone at Kensington who has been so amazing ![]() All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected. ![]()
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