Snippets? Snippets. From Hallowed, Part 2:
But she is Lily Evans. She was chosen for this mission. She is fire and hearth and the wind that sweeps frenzied through chiseled cliffside, the gale that whistles down virulent hill and weather-worn road, whipping storm and sun to blaze verdant the untamed pasture, a wild chant echoing across oceans and back generations and through her bones and her hair and her rose-speckled skin, uniting her to all the power and privilege bestowed therein. She is a Celtic priestess. A potions mistress.
It is with the thought of her beloved, of her smile and her eyes and her soft, soft skin and even softer heart and her depth, fathoms below, tying her and her and them to Earth’s very core, that Lily begins to cast.