• I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.

    Patricia A. McKillip (2017). “The Forgotten Beasts of Eld”, p.73, Tachyon Publications