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“His auburn hair burned like hot metal, and his russet eye smouldered like a bottomless forge. That was what I would capture next.

'I'm going to paint you,' I said, and giggled- actually giggled- as the words popped out.

'Cauldron boil and fry me,' he muttered, and I laughed again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses