Rachel Clark was nothing like her adopted brother. She was fine featured and willowy, with straight, long hair, freckles and grey eyes. She was also very outgoing, which sometimes exasperated her much older introverted brother.
“The words you speak stir things in me that I thought were gone. Their faint white heat melts centuries deep in frost. I can feel it through the fields of graves, a beating heart, while rolling hills are roaming through my veins and open arms, and all is full of hope. Ahhh, pining…” ~ ‘Pinesong’ (A Fine Frenzy)