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

by Katherine Arden

Then he bent forward to whisper in her ear. “There is no God.”

“You’re the other one, aren’t you? I forgot the old woman had twins. How did you contrive to live so long?”

I contrive to live everyday

“There are no monsters.” Konstantin snorted. “There are not,” said the Bear. “There are no monsters in the world, and no saints. Only infinite shades woven into the same tapestry, light and dark. One man’s monster is another man’s beloved. The wise know that.”

She has refused both of you, Morozko and Medved, and so made herself a power in her own right in your great war. The chyerti are choosing sides once more.”

“Where will I find her?” “Summer, of course. Beside the water.”

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