The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm (Tales from Alagaësia, #1)

by Christopher Paolini

“Because a scar means you survived. It means you’re tough and hard to kill. It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.” “You’re wrong,” said Essie. She pointed at the pot with the painted bluebells on the mantel—the one Auntie Helna had given them last winter, the one Essie had knocked onto the floor a few moons back. A long crack ran from the lip of the pot to the base. “It just means you’re broken.”