INTERESTS:
Vanyel held the guitar carefully, and struck a chord -- It
rang like a bell, sang like an angel in flight, and hung in
the air foreverÂ… He closed his eyes as it died away,
lost in the sound, and when he opened them, he saw
Rolf grinning at him like a fiend.
"You," he said sternly, "are a terrible man, Rolf
Dawson."
-Mercedes Lackey, Magic's Promise