"The
spires of the city of Lyric sang of beauty that was still
close to the source of all artistry. The forest around Braide Wood refreshed
wanderers with the scent of pine and honey-spice. The Grey
Hills in their haunting sadness still murmured of hope and opened
my heart to vastness as they stretched into the horizon. Even the
harsh granite of Hazor stirred boldness and vigor."
---Susan in The Deliverer by Sharon Hinck
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