The Knight and the Moth (The Stonewater Kingdom, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

“If you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly?”

“Oh, Bartholomew. He’s dreamy.”

Sadness, like birch bark, had all the appearance of frailty. And yet… The tree prevailed.

“If I was fixed on being the most useful version of myself”—she gestured at her bandages—“it would be all too easy to hate my body when it was not. I don’t. People who love you for your usefulness don’t love you at all.”