Stavanger Bay They say that no one dies from love

speech did not come to either of them. lestan leaned against her, tongue at last offering the same groom. 
in this-slow moving silence, he found some semblance of steadiness if not peace.
somehow the very idea of words crushed him, and so he was only still, finding and holding reverie and closing his eyes against the recollection of riordan's torn flesh.