“
Sam and I couldn’t have done it,” I admitted. “You’re the doer, just like
Frigg said.”
Jack floated over, his blade shuddering and warbling like a hand saw. “Frigg? Oh, man, I don’t like Frigg. She’s too quiet. Too devious. Too—”
“She’s my ma,” Mallory grumbled.
“Oh, that Frigg!” Jack said. “Yeah, she’s great.”
“I hate her,” Mallory said.
“Gods, me too!” Jack commiserated.
”
― The Ship of the Dead
― The Ship of the Dead
“
I count the stars,’ she says softly. ‘To help me sleep.’ [...] ‘I always wondered how something could shine so bright, even while being swallowed in darkness.’
My eyes run over the shadowed outline of her face. ‘I’ve been trying to figure
that out myself.’
‘I hope they know how admired they are up there,’ she murmurs. ‘I mean, I
count them before bed every night.’
I shake my head at the sight of her admiring something far duller than she.
‘I’m quite sure that even the stars are envious of you.’
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