The Winter of the Witch (Winternight Trilogy, #3)

by Katherine Arden

“Are you afraid?” “No,” said Konstantin. “I believe in nothing and I fear nothing.” The Bear laughed. “As it should be. Because that is the only way you can play for everything, when you do not fear to lose.”

must wait to find out. Mornings are wiser than evenings.

“There is nothing but power in this world. People are divided into those who have it and those who have it not.

“Babushka, we are both in need of help.” “Pozhar first,” said the old woman. “She is bleeding still.” “Is that her name?” A shrug. “What name would compass a creature like her? It is only what I call her.”

“And yet, I will think of the future,” Vasya retorted. “To remind me that the present is not forever.

in my honor; they give me sacrifices.” “Prisons

“You shattered him,” she said. “Perhaps. Though I did not make the cracks.”

“Men make themselves afraid,” the Bear told her, smiling. “Imagining is worse than anything they actually see.

“Do you mean to come to the battle, my friend?” Ded Grib shook his head slowly. “I am only a mushroom,” he whispered. “I do not like the fear and the fire, and I am tired of these fighting-men; they have no care for growing things.”

Do not lament what you cannot change.”

For all I’ve done—or not done—forgive me.” “Do we talk of forgiveness, brother?” said Dmitrii. “The left hand does not beg forgiveness of the right.” He clapped Sasha on the back. “Go with God.”