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1 " Malick reached up and gently fingered strands of matted chestnut out of Fen's eyes. Almost enspelled. "
― Carole Cummings , Weregild (Wolf's-own, #2)
2 " [Malick] didn't move when Fen leaned in again, slowly closed his eyes, slid his hand up to cup Malick's cheek and replaced his fingertips with his lips again--light and sweet and warm, and so...private. Profound, maybe. "
3 " Chaste. Intimate. Meaningful, somehow, but Malick couldn't guess at the meaning inside it all. Didn't' want to. "