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“The truth is, my dear fox, that I am a terrible coward.
the world has not prepared a place for you, you must take up a hammer and chisel and carve one out for yourself.”
“You are not a monster, Liska Radost. You are sunlight, and you breathe life into everything you touch.”
must tell you, my dear fox,” says the Leszy, “that you deserve someone far better than me. And yet—” His fingers brush the tip of her ear, linger there. “And yet, and yet and yet, I am a selfish creature, and I do not want to let you go.”
“Do not go back to that village, Liska.” He holds her gaze, steadfast. “Stay here with me. Stay, and you can have all the power and magic you desire. Stay, and you can be anyone you want.”
The Leszy’s heart is wood, corrupted by a demon, housing it like a parasite.
“The one who could unravel all this, bring it to the surface again. You bonded to the manor, to Jaga, to the Driada. It’s as though you are a missing piece to the Leszy.”
His heart. Oh, his heart is wood!
A heart is a heavy burden!
You are the most dreadful boy I have ever met, but you are mine, and you will not be taken by a cantankerous old god.”
She is not the end of anything, but the beginning of everything. He has been dead a long time, and she is his resurrection.)
You are my soul, Liska Radost. I lived seven hundred years to find you.”
