Suddenly so many things she'd overheard her brothers and Quinn saying when Grimm had been in residence made sense, and upon reflection she suspected a part of her had always known. Her love was a legendary warrior who had grown to despise himself, cut off from his roots. But now that he was home and given the time to explore those roots, he might be able to make peace with himself at long last.
Karen Marie MoningEvery time I think Iโm getting smarter I realize that Iโve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of people in the world: those who donโt know, and donโt know they donโt know; those who donโt know and do know they donโt know; and those who know and know how much they still donโt know. Heavy stuff, I know. I think Iโve finally graduated from the donโt-knows that donโt know to the donโt-knows that do.
Karen Marie MoningThereโs only one question that matters, Ms. Lane, and itโs the one you never get around to asking. People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. Itโs the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or die. Prove yourself. How much truth can you take, Ms. Lane?
Karen Marie MoningSit," Chloe said, dashing after him and tugging firmly at his sleeve. "Let's hear the rest of it. You can kill him later." ~Chloe to Dageus.
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