Oh Lord, this one's tough. I think it's true of most people that there are some characters they wish were real so they could date them, or have deep discussions over dinner or something. I have a lot of male characters who would fit that bill. But I have to go with Francis Crawford of Lymond on this one.
Here's the first glimpse we get of him in The Game of Kings, the first book in Dorothy Dunnett's six-book Lymond Chronicles:
"I," said Lymond, in a voice unmistakably his which honeyed his most lethal thoughts, "I am a narwhal looking for my virgin. I have sucked up the sea like Charybdis and failing other entertainment will spew it three times daily, for a fee. Tell me again, precisely, what you have just said about Mungo Tennant."
They told him, and received their orders, and then he left, pausing on the threshold to pin the dark cloak about his chin. "Shy," said Lymond with simplicity, "as a dogtooth violet." And he was gone.
No comments:
Post a Comment