First Sentence

"Light trembled through the leaves, little flickers of sun and shade playing across Hugh's closed eyes where he sat with his head leaned back against the oak's deep-barked trunk, his face turned upward to the canopy of leaves and dark oak branches between him and the summer sky, listening to the whisper and sigh of leaves away into green distances, the soft sough of branches moving, the busy rustle of a squirrel passing through treetops so high the two wolfhoundsBane's large, bony head resting on his chest and Brigand's against his hipdid not even flick an ear at it."