Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

he too wondered if blue willow would ever make her peace with the swarthy man, but would not have faulted her for never forgiving her brother. he had killed her niece, and though lasher now understood his reasoning, he still felt the keen sting of junior's death, and their inability to see her a last time before she found death in the caldera. it was a sad thing that the panther spoke of next; though he rounded it with his usual wry and great humour, taltos suspected pain remained there. 

yet he did not touch upon the subject; he nodded with a wan smile. "that is a lovely image," the druid murmured warmly, giving his one-time lover a larger grin than he had before. the meeting strangely comforted lasher; it filled some void within him that had long been empty.