EXCERPT FROM TO CARRY THE HORN - CHAPTER 3
How could she have said anything so embarrassing, Rhian thought. Would she never learn to hold her tongue?
As they walked to the manor house, she pulled back on Rhys so that they were walking more abreast of each other. That way she could get a better look at their guest. My, he was big, taller than Rhys, a bit, and broader. Are all humans this large? There was something about him that reminded her of her foster-father, but it was hard to say what, since his face was so expressive, constantly changing, while Gwyn’s was always so careful.
She glimpsed him smiling, not broadly, but quietly, to himself, as if he found everything amusing. Including her clumsy manners, probably.
She sighed silently. Well, at least he looked too kind to hold it agai
