“It’s not about a poem or taxes or even magic.” Tadhg blew out a frustrated breath. “It’s about being born different in a world that sees no value in diversity. It’s about living under a regime that desires ultimate power over its citizens, one that is willing to murder anyone they believe could be a threat.” He turned to me and touched a finger to my tangled hair. In a quiet voice laced with sadness, he said, “It’s about people with fear so ingrained that they won’t even sit in a field at dusk to look up at the stars because they believe the darkness is reserved for monsters.”
