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1 " he was…..breathtaking. His eyes were the colour of grass in the summer sun and spring foliage on trees. But nothing so still and tranquill. Certainly, nothing of celebration or renewal. Unrest roiled and retribution turned. That colour was never meant for such wrath and determination but it was that was there and none of it felt new… "
― Nicole Locke , Her Legendary Highlander
