Brigan," she said, annoyed that he had not understood. "Iโll always be beautiful. Look at me. I have one hundred and sixty two bug bites, and has it made me any less beautiful? Iโm missing two fingers and I have scars all over, but does anyone care? No! It just makes me more interesting! Iโll always be like this, stuck in this beautiful form, and youโll have to deal with it." He seemed to sense that she expected a grave response, but for the moment, he was incapable. "I suppose itโs a burden I must bear," he said, grinning.
Kristin CashoreThings don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.
Kristin CashoreIt was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.
Kristin CashoreShe'd lost her fury, somewhere, as they'd talked. She didn't feel it anymore. She wished she did, because she preferred it to the emptiness that had settled in its place.
Kristin CashoreShe looked at him then, but his image blurred behind tears that swelled into her eyes. She must leave. She must leave this room, because she wanted to hit him, as she had sworn she never would do. She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart that she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth. "You lied to me," she said. She turned and ran from the room.
Kristin Cashore