... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.
Uge, save me from the sauce of their loveyness-raso Forest Born
Make hasteโ Jane added, just because she always wanted to say that.
Years ago, before this estate was generously and unwillingly turned over to the crown, the lord here was a genuine dimwit. He had a minister stashed behind his throne to whisper clever things to say.
. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.
Ani felt a stirring, a hope, a winged thing waking up in her chest and brushing her heart with it's feathers.