Some of the main characters.
Elouise Taleri: Elouise is the child of a silver/black dragon and a Yaramite fence. She is alternatively ‘dressed’ as a dragon and a girl.
As a dragon: A small silver-black dragon, with a face shaped like a gemstone coated in silver, with delicate nostrils and laid-back ears. She’s under two yards long, not counting her tail with ridges running up her spine and neck and an eagle’s wingspan coiled beneath her shoulders. Sitting, poised like a hunting-cat and eating rose-berry ice-cream.
And a girl: dark-brown hair, copper-bright skin and the dragon’s obsidian eyes, dressed in an embroidered petticoat and a rich red tunic with rose-berry ice-cream smeared around her mouth.
Uriel Taleri: (dying). This time my hair is silver, and my skin is marble white, two changes
that happened after my first trip through death. And my body is skeletal. Not just the tall and
model-thin elegance of the Nayndarin I resemble, but a skin stretching distortion of bones
emerging through flesh.
(Living). My grey-green eyes scan the room and beneath a silver over-gown in silk and soft-blue cotton I feel myself relax.
THE HEIR TO THE WORLD
Zanar Vaelen: (bringing Uriel back from the dead). A prism of colours falls on his face, blue black skin streaked with sweat, and matted silver hair, a glass jaw frozen into stubbornness and eyes the colour of the midnight sky in the world I no longer remember. Gadon blue, the heralds call it, the deepest colour on the Taleri-blue spectrum.
(trying not to hang a man): He’s dressed in loose breeches and boots and a tunic it’s going to be easy to wash the blood out of.
(nearly starting a war): Tharalan’s eyes bore into the formal arrangement of Zanar’s head; into the silver hair plaited into a baronial ribbon, coiled around the headpiece of Heir to Vaelen.
The fosterlings only add to the colour. The boys are clothed in jewelled doublets and embroidered stockings with puffed breeches that mix gold and green and purple in a way that makes my eyes hurt. The girls’ wear silken dresses in a prism of colours, from indigo to crimson, falling like water from jewelled shoulders or curving in and out in elaborate corsetry that only a mix of magic and fashion could achieve.
Leonora of Quislayn: a dark-haired girl is filling out a pale rose dress in a way that’s almost indecent.
Princess Caraid Quislayn: It’s like staring at a statue; with gold-leaf skin and hair, and the perfect proportions of an artwork. If I was a poet I’d have likened her eyes to emeralds but as I’m not they look more like a hunting cat about to rip a tulig apart, especially as I can see claws polymorphing through her gloves. She’s wearing an emerald silk dress that shows off a figure as spectacular as Leonora’s.
Taneriel Delcarte of Quislayn: Brown hair and green eyes and a face that would be ordinary if it weren’t for her charm. She’s wearing tunic and trousers with an over-robe in gold.
Dearnan Quislayn: Brown skin, blond and brown hair and an attractive grin (and left uppercut) when he’s not behaving like a loser. He’s dressed like the unfashionable boy at the party in plain brown breeches and cream socks and a long-sleeved doublet in green with the Quislayn heraldry (hawk clutching a scroll) embroidered on the lapel.
Narin Rohanan: Dark skin with blue shading, blond hair and a tendency to stab people. Usually wears stockings and a long doublet. (no breeches) and though he’s not allowed to go armed in the palace he likes rapiers and daggers but if pressed has been known to stick a sharpened quill in someone’s hand (often Tharalan’s).
Baronet Tharalan Rhrothar: A silver and purple codpiece over green, gold and orange breeches. He’s got a cocky grin in a face shaded like a bronze statue, with green eyes and a mess of blond and brown curls. He’s wearing the heir’s hawk on his doublet and he has a sword that no one can legally take from him.