Snow Like Ashes (Snow Like Ashes, #1)

by Sara Raasch

sometimes placing our belief in something bigger than ourselves helps us get to a point where we can be enough on our own, magic or no magic.

Don’t let fear take hold of you—fear is a seed that, once planted, never stops growing.

He’s huge too, his head nearly brushing the ceiling, and thick in the shoulders, the body of someone who was born holding a sword. Which does not sound like fun for his mother.

Skirts were probably invented as a device to keep women from running away.

Didn’t Mather tell me he knew how horrible it felt to be valued for the wrong things?

Just someone who gets bounced around in whatever position needs to be filled, used and used like a candle on a moonless night until I burn away into a puddle of compliance and obedience.

He adapted to everything his life thrust at him.

That, I think, is a truer mark of belonging somewhere—being willing to do anything, everything, that needs to be done, regardless of what I want.