“He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. “Jafir de Aldrid,” he answered. “And I am – ” “I know who you are. You’re Morrighan.” He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.”

“He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. “Jafir de Aldrid,” he answered. “And I am – ” “I know who you are. You’re Morrighan.” He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.”

— Mary E. Pearson