John Stephens
- The Emerald Atlas
The boat master threw the man a rope. Kate saw that he was old and had a neat white beard, a neat if ancient brown suit, neat little hands; Even if his bald little skull seemed to have shed its hair to further the impression of neatness. He wasted no time welcoming the children. He took Michael's and Emma's bags and said "This way then," and hobbled off down the dock with a practiced limp.
