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?

“There aren’t ghosts in my words, Six. No rot hiding behind the scent of flowers. When I insult you, you’ll know

Starving things are loyal when fed.”

I pulled my blankets over my ears and faced the wall, thinking on dying and killing and living, and how I was unsuited for all three.

He grasped the nape of my neck, and I wondered if he liked to touch me there because he could aim my gaze.

“When you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. When you do the wrong thing for the right reason, everyone does, even though what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. And no one says they need recognition or praise or love, but we all hunger for it. We all want to be special.”

“I cannot decide which I like best. The sunrise, or the sunset. They are like life, and her quiet companion, death.”