SJ Bennett

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What he remembered most now, however, were the treewoman’s last words to him, spoken as mossy fingers scraped his cheek and thick sap ran from the many cuts in her body. “Don’t envy the dying,” she had said. You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.
Tithe (Modern Faerie Tales, #1)
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