If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.
Kristin CashoreAnd what was it about the dark that made her question things sheโd never questioned before, in the day.
Kristin CashoreNormal. She wasn't normal. A girl Graced with killing, a royal thug? A girl who didn't want the husbands Randa pushed on her, perfectly handsome and thoughtful men, a girl who panicked at the thought of a baby at her breast, or clinging to her ankles.
Kristin Cashore