There’s no poetry in me, Reginleit. No fine words.” He stared down at her, his gaze seeming to consume her. “I come to you as a man unfinished (Kresley Cole, Dreams of a Dark Warrior)
There’s no poetry in me, Reginleit. No fine words.” He stared down at her, his gaze seeming to consume her. “I come to you as a man unfinished (Kresley Cole, Dreams of a Dark Warrior)