Quotes About Peretur

Early morning of Harvest Day, Peretur was filling a bucket at the well, and swirling the water to and fro with her hand, half dreaming when the lake song to her, and today the lake's song was strong and insistent and it was for her.

Blue eyes, royal blue, endlessly deep, and Peretur, helpless, fell in.

Peretur blinked, and the strange underwater image of the man lying on stone dissolved into mist. She swayed again, and this time Nimuë steadied her.