Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister, or aunt. Then her voice, like her singing, cut through the crickets and crackling fire.
It was a pleasure, Enna, Finn, tree rat." "Did she just call you tree rat?
Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident
You've been quiet lately...but it's not so much the quiet as something inside the quiet.
Uge, save me from the sauce of their loveyness-raso Forest Born
A heart's a heart, in a child or a man. You are tougher than you feel right now. Your roots are deep, your canopy's spread wide. You're going to show everyone what it means to be a king.
Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.
Miss Erstwhile: “It is such a relief, Mr. Nobley, to already know that you find this exercise vulgar and your partner unworthy. It saves us the idle chitchat.” Mr. Nobley: “And yet you chat away.
Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo?
She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.
I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.
Ani felt a stirring, a hope, a winged thing waking up in her chest and brushing her heart with it's feathers.
Ani told them all...telling more than needed telling, the stories clarifying and unifying themselves in her mind as she let them spill out of her mouth.
Isi, I’m trying to say that you’ve been… no, you’re so, you’re–” He stopped. "You are,” he said. His hand found hers, and he held her finger tightly, as though he did not dare to do any more than hold her one hand, and look at her, and breathe deeply.
He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.
She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.
Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.
Rin slept inside the oak’s thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.
Does anyone smell roasting meat?' said Razo, 'Oh, wait, it's just Geric's face.
Life is short, so live extra lives. Read books.
I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine." "Bayern's Own? But you're a child." Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.
What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?
Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.
I'm sorry Finn. I'm a wooden-headed dummy.' Don't be so hard on yourself,' said Finn. 'You're just a straw-brained scarecrow.
Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.
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