Normal. 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 CashoreIf we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.
Kristin Cashore