you’re going to make yourself sick if you try to keep it in.” She squeezed his arm tightly, and he bristled against her touch. “You must let your heart have its say, Kael. Let your feelings out.
For all his many wounds, he still clung to a shred of hope. It was a ragged, miserable little thing — one glowing coal lying in a bed of dead ash. But he wouldn’t let it go. He would hold it tightly to his heart, no matter how it burned him.
She’d never liked cats. They were arrogant, spiteful creatures who claimed loyalty to no one but themselves. Cats preferred to crouch in the brush instead of meeting their prey outright. They went after young things, sickly things, and they had no respect at all for territory.
“And so the tongue that was foreign to them all became the language that united them.
The third day turned out to be the most difficult of all. Kael’s body still ached, and his short night’s sleep didn’t give his mind enough time to rest.
the exhausting work of the fields calmed him. It covered over the black beast in his heart, and all of his troubles grew distant. They washed away with sweat, trickling in a steady line to the dirt beneath him.
Are humans in the habit of making up stories for the things they can’t explain?”
mad as it sounds, insanity is doubt’s only cure.
For every wicked man that fell, a good man would be allowed to live freely.
“Fear can't kill you. Oh, it can freeze you. It can scare you into giving up — but it can't kill you. What kills you are all the little things you didn't do because you were too scared to do them. It's the regret that gets you in the end.”