Quotes About Roilant

The long hennaed brows rose like the wings of angels. His look, even in disguise, was no quintessentially Cyrionesque that Roilant was defeated by it, and grinned.

The combination of supernal blamelessness and demoniacal sweetness had never been nor blatant. For a moment Roilant was agitated. Almost repelled. This man he had given stewardship of his lifes and fortunes, what in the name of God was he?