Classic Novel Font Novels & Stories

My eyes moved to the word beneath it. Italic script. The letters leaning into each other with the compressed elegance of a font chosen by someone who understood that how you wrote your name was its own kind of statement. C — r — o — w — e. Five letters. The first one tall. The r and o pressed close in the italic lean. The w that had read like two letters in my sketch because in italics it nearly was. The e at the end with its curved base. Crowe. My notebook sketch was right.

0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Kathrena and I sloped into the Clan house together, my bag slung over one shoulder while she wore hers properly, the straps tightened so that it sat high on her back. She looked crow-like, with her pointed chin stuck out and her elbows flapping, her back hunched from the heavy weight of her satchel.