Stories,' the green-eyed Sigrid said, unperturbed, 'are like prayers. It does not matter when you begin, or when you end, only that you bend a knee and say the words.
It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.
...For grace may only be found briefly, and always in the midst of madness.
Family is a transitive property.
I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
She did not want to read this book from start to finish, or rather, she thought perhaps it did not want her to. Instead she practiced the art of bibliomancy, trusting the book to show her what it wanted her to know.