Legend of the Storm Hawks Quotes

“If ever a man was too clever for his own good, it was the learned Daor Ranald. A middle-aged scholar with silver-rimmed spectacles and a curly brown mop of hair that refused any efforts at taming, he was always moving, talking, or reading. Often all at once.”
― L.H. Leonard, Legend of the Storm Hawks

“An ember burns crimson beneath the black coals. A fire left for dead, forgotten. I crouch and cup my hands. I remember its promise. In the rush of my breath, the ember glows brighter. It remembers, too.”
― L.H. Leonard, Legend of the Storm Hawks

“Of average size for a plow horse, but conspicuously large for a man, the Buchanan shouldered between his companions with the apologetic restraint of one accustomed to fitting his bulk into an undersized world and wishing it wouldn’t cower like that.”
― L.H. Leonard, Legend of the Storm Hawks

“Pastor Ben Bonner was a balding man with a face lined by laughter and pain, and eyes that always held more hope than despair. Barely as tall as Calum’s chest but stout as an oak, he clasped Calum’s forearm and pulled him into a fatherly embrace.”
― L.H. Leonard, Legend of the Storm Hawks

“Fehan’s unremarkable eyes went round as saucers behind the oversized spectacles perched on his narrow nose, making him look like an underfed owl.”
― L.H. Leonard, Legend of the Storm Hawks