![]() Indeed, right above the door, in the centre of the archway, I'd painted a pair of glowing silver eyes. ![]() 'Why,' she said, 'are Amren's eyes there?' Her eyes fell on the open threshold to the bedroom hallway, and she grimaced. 'Nice,' she said, surveying the room again. 'Ugh, they'll never stop gloating about it.'īut she went to the window, which I'd framed in tumbling strands of gold and brass and bronze. Up close, it was a solid pretty bit of paint. Mor went up to the large hearth, where I'd painted the mantel in black shimmering with veins of gold and red. Bits and pieces of Mor, and Cassian, and Azriel, and Amren. I'd painted a ring of flowers round the card table by the window, leaves and crackling flames around the dining table.īut in between the intricate decorations, I'd painted them. They melted into the first shoots of spring, then burst into full blooms of summer, before brightening and deepening into fall leaves. ![]() ![]() Some were basic: colours of icicles drooping down the sides of the threshold. “I'd painted nearly every surface in the main room.Īnd not with just broad swaths of colour, but with decorations- little images. ![]()
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