Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind
Juliet MarillierAfter a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would come. So close were we, the seven of us, that no childhood injury went unnoticed, no slight, real or imagined, went unaddressed, no hurt was endured without comfort.
Juliet Marillier