While I was looking the other way your fire went out. Left me with cinders to kick into dust, what a waste of the wonder you were
Kristin CashoreI wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you." - Po
Kristin CashoreAnd," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?
Kristin Cashore