Moss Quotes

“There is a line between bold and reckless, and I have always sought to stay on the right side of it.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“Nay, it had not been apathy. It had been a determined blindness, a refusal to question, to stop and ask, a settling in to doing that which had been set before her—that which was easiest.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“... the truth of all of her cowardices and failures and self-justifications and apathy.

Or nay, not apathy. She had cared. She had cared about following the Rules and the Steps. She had believed in them. She had believed that they were the answer to life, to a good life, to a right life, and all the while they had been leading her into a very orderly death.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“It was an agony that was, in a sense, worse than the physical agony—that pain of being faced with what she was, of her disgrace.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“It is a wearying thing, to carry on in these ways alone.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“You’re not, though,” he said matter-of-factly. “Afraid of me.”

“How do you know that?” she returned. And then, “It’s not true. I am afraid of you.”

“Are you?” he seemed genuinely surprised. “Why?”

Why? Her heart raced with the question. Why? Did she think he may harm her? No. Not that. She more… She more feared that he would lead her astray. Yes, she feared that very gravely indeed.

“You needn’t be,” he assured her. “I will not harm you.”

“Define harm.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“Her gaze on him went strangely dead—dead in a way that seemed to speak of a great frenzy of mind.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“It was not only the feel of the Wood that was different that morning but the look of it also—something about that gold of the sunrise glinting off of this and that, catching on the waxy surface of some leaves and shining through the diaphanous film of others. Henrick caught the fluttering of silver-white wings out of the corner of his eye and wondered if they were the wings of a bird or some elfin creature.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“She did not want to be alone. Though she had only just recognized the state of her loneliness, now that she had, she felt that really it had been pressing into her for a good long while, pushing her down, down, down so that she felt a shattering heaviness all through her body. She was so very, very alone. No matter what she had tried to tell herself, that was the truth.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“And as her hope slipped, her misery grew.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“He did not hope to learn anything from her of how to defeat or contain the Wood, so why…? Was it merely because Emil’s words had given new life to Henrick’s desire to unravel the mystery of the moss creature? Fool, if it was. He had just had it most painfully demonstrated to him how depressing the unraveling of a mystery could be.

But even if the truth was depressing, he still wanted to know it, didn’t he?”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“Henrick seemed to be fighting some reaction, and he fought it well enough that she could not guess what it was.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“All men lie, though some do it without realizing it while others make it the purpose of their lives.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“It was such a pity, he had so often thought, that the Wood was so filled with dangers—with evil—for it was also so filled with beauty, beauty that the noble of Vate would never see. It was almost an enchantment in and of itself, that beauty, that combination of so many greens that all worked in harmony with one another rather being discordant as the greens of his father’s court so often seemed to be.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss

“You are lying then? trying to set me at peace?”

“I don’t think lies do set one at peace,” she retorted. “Not true peace.”
― Mereda Hart Farynyk, Moss