It had certainly taken this wench long enough to reconcile herself to her situation. His will was proof against any mere woman. The silvery light of the moon was more forgiving it hid the red in her swollen eyes and cheeks, and turned the tears lingering on her lashes into drops of crystal, she looked pitiable, with a tragic, frail beauty that would have softened the heart of anyone but her captor, von Rothbart. Moonlight flattered her if it had been the pitiless light of the sun that bathed her features, they would have been blotched red and altogether unattractive with three nights of hysterical weeping. The newest girl had finally cried herself into exhaustion at last and slept, her tear-streaked face half hidden in her disordered hair, head cradled in the silken folds of Jeanette's midnight-colored skirt. AND FOREIGN COUNTRIES WOW -MARCA REGISTRADA ^^W HECHO EN U.S.A. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. Inc.Īll characters and events in this book are fictitious. Book designed by Stanley S, Drate/Folio Graphics Co. Box 10161 Kansas City, MO 64111 Phone: 1-80ĭAW Books are distributed by Penguin Putnam, Inc. Lackey All rights reserved.įor color prints of Jody Lee's paintings, please contact: The Cerridwen Enterprise P.O. GILBERT PUBLISHERSĬopyright © 1999 by Mercedes R.
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