Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

You have a wound too, Papa." Hanna took Brigan's left hand, which was wrapped in a bandage, and inspected it. "Did you throw the first punch?

Garan snorted. "Now that we know about his indigestion, we can torture him with cake.

...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.

Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.

In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.

I’m as old as both of you,” she said, even though she suspected she wasn’t, “and I’m smarter, and I can probably fight as well as you can.