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

by Rachel Gillig

I’ll tell it to you as best I can and promise to be honest in my talebearing. If I’m not, that’s hardly my fault. To tell a story is in some part to tell a lie, isn’t it?

“Which is more intricate?” he mused. “The designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men?” My hammer collided with a chunk of granite. “What is either to the intricacies of women, who reach both?”

“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.”

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