But my eyes were riveted on a small slim woman her hair simply coiled into her neck, Katherine Glasier.

Some days after, the girl encountered her again, in a dream, as she was years ago: a very slender young woman in a long white skirt, her amber hair to her waist, her eyes coal black with ardor.

I hate the feeling of having hair on my neck.

People come up to you with tears in their eyes wanting to take you into their house.

When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.

She looks really tired. She had really black circles under her eyes and her hair was kind of messed up.