Stalking Darkness (Nightrunner, #2)

by Lynn Flewelling

Seregil working at the writing desk. The parchment in front of him was half-covered with musical notations, but he appeared to have lost interest in the project. Chin on hand, he was staring glumly out at the fog slinking by like a jilted lover.

Quite a lovely image

“Yellow as gold, the hair on your pillow, Green as cold emeralds, your eyes. Dear as the moon, the cost of your favors, But priceless, the sound of your sighs.”