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

by Rachel Gillig

To tell a story is in some part to tell a lie, isn’t it?

But no carpet felt finer than being barefoot on grass,

“You know I treasure my sleep. If I am rude the day through for exhaustion, I will not answer for it.”

“Violence is a craft. So is compassion.

“No is a sufficient answer.”

Knowledge is a wellspring, and I happily drink from it.”

“It is all the same, then. Contentedness. Truth and honesty and virtue. Omens. They are all stories, and we”—he gestured to the Seacht’s climbing walls—“tread the pages within them.”

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

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

It is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else’s cause than to sit with who we are without one.”

“It’s hard to see who I am when I am lost in what’s expected of me.”