The Daughters' War (Blacktongue, #0)

by Christopher Buehlman

To love someone well is to know their small noises, and to hear home in them.

we climb out of despair by whatever rungs we have at hand.

Speeches are woven from feelings, not facts,

was candlelight made flesh.

Her strength was soft, in an old way that I think this world is losing.

And yet, think back on your own life. Has it truly been random?

I do not need to be loved as deeply as I love, and I do not need to speak of it.