"When he was serious it was as if his face were carved from hickory or one of the other hardwoods. His eyes seemed a darker blue and somewhat withdrawn. But when he smiled, everything changed. The face softened into something wonderful. His eyes became like a...what? She couldn't think of an appropriate simile. Well, whatever they were like, she could get lost in them. That was something she had never experienced with James MacAllister."
- Lund, Gerald