I’m reading through The Cost of Two Hands in preparation for starting Book 3 of the Artists Return, Heir of Greenhome.
These are some of my favorite lines:
“Yes. I gave my heart to a woman. She loved eight men and when the last one was safe or dead, or both, she left.”
“Sounds like a bit of a floozy if you ask me,” Presto muttered, getting another pointed glare from Gus.
“No. No. Not grown men. There was only one grown man. The rest were growing men, her growing men. Her boys.”
Gus gulped. “She had seven sons. You gave your heart to the mother of seven sons?”
“No. I gave my heart to a woman with a strong face and a heart for trees. I gave it to Bree.”