And what was it about the dark that made her question things sheโd never questioned before, in the day.
Kristin CashoreShe crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken.
Kristin CashoreIt was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.
Kristin Cashore