Tooth and Claw

by Jo Walton

Avan said, settling the cap firmly between his ears.

Ears? I must revise my mental picture.

“You’re so wonderful,” Londaver said. “I brought you a book.”

The way to a woman's heart! Well, mine at least.

It was bitterly cold, so cold that they both felt sure with the wholehearted faith of a child that it was indeed the sun of ice that had risen that morning and not the sun of fire, and they were glad it was Deepwinter and that the sun’s fires would be rekindled that night.

Pretty

THE NARRATOR IS FORCED TO CONFESS TO HAVING LOST COUNT OF BOTH PROPOSALS AND CONFESSIONS

Lol