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“It comes, I suppose,” I said thoughtfully, speaking to the air, “of spending too much time alone indoors, and forgetting that living things don’t always stay where you put them.”
There was no trace of Kasia left at all.
I could think was Kasia, Kasia,
in a house that hadn’t meant to welcome her back.
suppose it might seem strange that I should thank him by shouting at
He’d been expecting the Wood to attack not simply for revenge, but to defend itself.
the Wood,
heart-tree.
skeleton, almost swallowed by moss and rotting leaves. A smaller root twisted out through one open eye socket, and grass poked through ribs and scraps of rusted mail. The remains of a shield lay across the body, barely marked with a black double-headed eagle: the royal crest of Rosya.
“His beautiful wife, who ran away from him with a Rosyan boy
“I’ve had lovers now and then, mostly soldiers. But once you’re old enough, they’re like flowers: you know the bloom will fade even as you put them in the glass.”
being king and prince had made them something other than father and son to one another,
use. I didn’t want her to need to do things like that.
I felt the soldiers understood perfectly well that we were making sums out of them—this many safe to spend, this number too high, as if each one wasn’t a whole man.
Maybe he would let me come in, but he’d want to close the doors up again behind me.
There was an arrow-shaft jutting out of me, just below my breast. I stared at it, puzzled. I couldn’t feel it at all.
it was the only thing there.
Remain Eternal, Rest Eternal, Never Moving, Never Leaving,
Marisha’s small voice, saying, “Mama,” over her mother’s stabbed corpse.
She hadn’t known how to die at all.
She’d remembered how to kill and how to hate, and she’d forgotten how to grow. All she’d been able to do in the end was lie down beside her sister: not quite dreaming, not quite dead.
Can you imagine? I told him I thought he was a lunatic, and he said he would live in hope.

