Centre for Innovation in Learning and Teaching (CILT).Grants Management and Resource Mobilization.Faculty of Health Sciences & Veterinary Medicine.School of Humanities, Society & Development.School of Business Management, Governance & Economics.School of Engineering & the Built Environment.School of Agriculture & Fisheries Sciences.Faculty of Agriculture, Engineering & Natural Sciences.Online Support for Distance Education/Part-time Studies.Distance/Part-time Postgraduate Programmes.Distance/Part-time Undergraduate Programmes.Distance Education/Part-time Requirements. I'm sorry, Doyle, were you speaking to me? I shook my head. He let the cloak slide off his shoulders, spilling it over one arm. Sad to think that the fey's glory days are passed and us being here in this place is proof of that.Įasily done, he said, and undid the cloak at his neck. His eyes were just black mirrors once more. Sad to know that the glory days passed this place by long before we arrived. Sad to think that Washington may someday be a tired ruin. I closed my eyes, suddenly dizzy and nauseated. Every once in a while the tabloids say that Hitler's grandson has been found. They never found his mistress, Eva Braun. The allies found Hitler and all the wizards hanging up by their feet in his underground bunker. Humans would have felt the need to distance themselves from him, to warn him of their change of heart, or maybe that was an American ideal. Hitler used the wizards he'd gathered to trap and destroy the lesser fey. I've never seen your hair when it wasn't braided or tied in a club. You are Meredith, Princess of Flesh, and as sidhe as I am. I'd never been around a man whose face reflected so many emotions, and yet been able to read so few of them. I have felt your power, Princess, I cannot deny it.Ī look passed over his face, some serious thought that I couldn't read. The movement pulled some of his hair farther out of his cloak to fold under but not fall free as he straightened his neck. His head cocked to one side, studying me. Your thoughts are far away, Meredith, Doyle said. Except the colors in his eyes were rich and pure, not ghostly, and there were reds and purples and colors that shone nowhere near us. We were standing in a pool of yellow light, but there were pinpricks of every color of will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes, swirling like a tiny cloud of colored fireflies. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. I think so, but I'd need to see the hair without the cloak to be sure. I'd never heard him ask anyone's opinion of anything. None of my direct relatives were involved in Hitler's death, so I don't know for sure, but I suspect strongly that something simply ate her. I was thinking about his medals that he won in World War II. Would you prefer that we be out among the humans, working with them, mating with them like the fey that stayed behind in Europe? They are no longer fey, just another minority. The rest of my treasures were scattered to the winds. Now the medals were back in their satin box in a drawer in my dresser. I'd carried them around in a carved wooden box along with the rest of my childhood treasures: colored bird feathers, rocks that sparkled in the sun, the tiny plastic ballerinas that had graced my sixth-birthday cake, a dried bit of lavender, a toy cat with fake jewel eyes, and two silver stars given to my dead father. But when he died, he left them to me in their satin-lined box. I never remembered being particularly proud of the medals, mainly because my father never seemed to care about them. My father had gotten two silver stars in the war. His skin felt like anyone's skin, but light didn't reflect off skin, not like that. I was touching his arm, so I could feel the warmth, the muscles underneath, the softness of his skin. It was almost as if his skin reflected the lights like carved and polished wood. The lights played over his face, painting colored shadows against his black skin. What were you thinking about so very hard? he asked. But yet the comparison of the two cities saddens you.
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