Excerpt from Crown of Bones:
“Look at me, Marcus. What do you see?”
He makes a show of appraisal, still rubbing his arm. “I see my favorite teal-eyed girl… Well, your eyes are red tonight. As are your cheeks—only a few shades lighter than your hair.”
“Keep it up.” I raise my fist at him.
He talks right over me. “And while on the hair… I liked it better long.”
I run my fingers through my short locks—admittedly not one of my better decisions—and sniff again. “You’re missing the point.”
“Which is?” He leans back against the bench.
“Dog stuggs for brains, Marcus, have you forgotten I’m non-savant?”
Ash, the wordsmith, by Anna Campbell Art.