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

by Rachel Gillig

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

My body had always been strong—and ever just enough. But whatever my soul was made of was frail. Like birch bark, like gossamer, like the wings of a moth. When Rory brought his lips to my forehead, kissing it with unbearable softness, speaking the language of pain and reprieve into me, that frail little soul began to fortify.

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