“Sought we the Scrivani word-work of SurthurLong-long in ledger all hope forgottenYet fast-found for friendship fair the book-bringerHot comes the huntress Fela, flushed with findingBreathless her breast her high blood risingTo ripen the red-cheek rouge-bloom of beauty.”
Patrick Rothfuss
The Wise Man's Fear
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