It always struck Fire, the physical affection between these siblings, who as often as not were at each other's throats over one thing or another. She liked the way the four of them shifted and changed shape, bumping and clanging against one another, sharpening each other's edges and then smoothing them down again, and somehow always finding the way to fit together.
Kristin CashoreHow unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.
Kristin Cashore