As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better.

Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.

I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.

Ziri's soul felt like the high roaming wind of the Adelphas Mountains and the beat of stormhunters' wings, like the beautiful, mournful, eternal song of the wind flutes that had filled their caves with music he could not possibly remember. It felt like home.

A bruxis. That was the one wish more powerful than a gavriel, and its trade value was singular: The only way to purchase one was with one’s own teeth. All of them, self-extracted.

You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?

And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.