How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.
Kristin CashoreIโm as old as both of you,โ she said, even though she suspected she wasnโt, โand Iโm smarter, and I can probably fight as well as you can.
Kristin CashoreI know you don't want this, Katsa. But I can't help myself. The moment you came barreling into my life I was lost. I'm afraid to tell you what I wish for, for fear you'll... oh, I don't know, throw me into the fire. Or more likely, refuse me. Or worst of all, despise me," he said, his voice breaking and his eyes dropping from her face. His face dropping into his hands. "I love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone could be. And I've made you cry; and there I'll stop.
Kristin Cashore