“Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight. They twinkled with amusement as he beheld me. For a moment, we said nothing. Thank you didn't seem to cover what he'd done for me, but something about the way he stood with absolute stillness, the night seeming to press in closer around him, made me hesitate to speak- made me want to run in the other direction.” GraceSarah J MaasFeyreFeyre ArcheronRhysandRhysA Court Of Thorns And RosesHigh FaeHesitatingSensual Grace Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses