Across the Green Grass Fields (Wayward Children, #6)

by Seanan McGuire

Such is the dichotomy of forests. Even the smallest remembers what it was to cover nations, and the shadows they contain will whisper that knowledge to anyone who listens.

There’s nothing wrong with being limited, as long as you have people around to make sure those limitations don’t get you hurt.

Anything with enough brain to know itself as an individual will reach out to others, looking for companionship, looking for other eyes with which to see the world.

“A stranger in a red coat breaks into your house and leaves toys and puts walnuts and candy in your socks.”

She still didn’t believe in destiny. Clay shaped into a cup was not always destined to become a drinking vessel; it was simply shaped by someone too large to be resisted. She was not clay, but she had been shaped by her circumstances all the same, not directed by any destiny.