His smile faded. I’m sorry. ” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. ’ Melusine giggled. Wood; "and Blueskin, too.
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