The Language of Power (The Steerswoman, #4)

by Rosemary Kirstein

“I saw her,” Eamer said, turning to Rowan, “one spring morning, kneeling in the turnip patch. Felt like I’d been hit on the head with a shovel, and the only thought I had was: That’s got to be the most beautiful woman in the world.” “And I saw her,” Lorren said, “standing in the road, and all I could think was: That is the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen in my life”—she laughed and turned back to Eamer, her faded eyes shining—“but I do like the way she’s looking at me!”