‘Usually, Reaver took an inordinate amount of pride in his appearance. Everything he wore was the cutting edge of fashion, and she had never seen either a wrinkle or a stain marring his clothing. Now, he had circles under his eyes, and his cravat was askew. His boots, too, were spattered with mud. And it was this change in appearance more than anything the letter had said that alarmed her.’
Yes, this is a section of Fable: Edge of the World, because I can’t keep away from Reaver no matter how much I need to do work.
I’ll be honest, I haven’t actually read the book and only skipped to read all sections of Reaver. That’s all I’m really there for, and I’m glad because everytime I hear, see or read this man and his actions or words I feel myself exploding and foaming at the mouth. He’s so perfect. So scrunkly. So scrummy.
I will ALWAYS remind you that I am clinging to this man harder than I’d ever cling to any other character in existence.
