The Winter of the Witch (Winternight Trilogy Book 3)

by Katherine Arden

“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 bent forward to breathe into his ear: “Never give me orders.” “Command me, then,” he whispered back. The words went through her like wine.

“If you spend all your days bearing the burden of unforgotten wrongs you will only wound yourself.”

I think that I would rather feel pain than not feel anything at all. Perhaps I am grown mortal, after all.”