“Thia! Thia! Thia! Thia! Thia!” The last one was punctuated with a screech so high, he was amazed his ears weren’t bleeding.
He barely had time to step away from her before Adron and Jayce all but tackled their older sister to the ground. To her credit, Thia stayed upright and hugged them against each side while laughing at their enthusiasm. At six and eight, the blond boys had laughing blue eyes and were almost identical in looks. The only way to really tell them apart was the difference in height. Adron, being older, had a good three inches on his brother.
For now. Hauk remembered well when his older brothers and Nykyrian had towered over him, too, and that definitely wasn’t the case now. He was a good three inches taller than Nyk and had Keris lived, he’d have barely reached Hauk’s shoulders.
And here's a look at Cole's Dark Skye:
Deep within the Alps, mortal realm
roughly five centuries ago
Crawling along a meadow on her hands and knees, Lanthe scoured the
grass for berries or dandelions—anything to dull her hunger pangs
as her stomach seemed to gnaw on itself.
Her older sister, Sabine—or Ai-bee, as Lanthe called her—would soon
be back from the nearby human village, where she’d gone on a desperate food run. Lanthe had wanted to accompany her, but Sabine said nine was too young.
So Lanthe waited in this meadow, her favorite spot below the high
mountain abbey where she lived with Sabine and her parents. A fir-tree
forest surrounded the small clearing, and a placid lake reflected the
sky like a mirror. Her dress hem continually danced with swaying wild flowers.