Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way." "I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin.
Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.
Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?
I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.
You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.
It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.