QUOTE : More like him than she’d ever imagined possible. His brown eyes were warm, his brown skin speckled with dirt from the road, his broad face comfortingly familiar. Inside the great void of despair that had filled her since her father’s death, she felt a pinprick of hope. And then Rollan reached out and took her hand. His fingers were warm. Meilin had never been so aware of the beating of her heart.