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Willa of the Wood (Willa, #1) Willa of the Wood by Robert Beatty
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“Where does a spirit go? Where does the new world begin? Into the boughs of the trees? Into the stone of the earth? Into the flow of the river? Into the ether of the air? It passes from one person to another, each into the other.”
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“And the sky was blood. The sky was time. The sky was the past.”
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“Standing there in the forest on her own, she didn’t feel strong. And she didn’t feel happy. But she finally felt as if she could go on.”
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“He had learned the language of the day-folk, but he had forgotten the language of the wolves. Did that make him a supreme being? Or a lesser one?”
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“Gwen-elen den ulna, Mamaw,” she said. Wherever you’re going, Mamaw, may you walk among trees.”
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“But love wasn’t the stone. It was the river. Love was like the glistening stars in the midnight sky, like the sun that always rises, and the water that always flows.”
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“Love was a thing that shattered. It was a thing that could not last.”
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“The trees will always welcome you.”
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“But she felt her mamaw’s spirit leave her body and rise up through her own, into her arms and her legs, into her chest and her heart. Where does a spirit go? Where does the new world begin? Into the boughs of the trees? Into the stone of the earth? Into the flow of the river? Into the ether of the air? It passes from one person to another, each into the other.”
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“Un don natra dunum far,” she whispered in the old Faeran language. I need your help, my friend.”
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“T H E E N D”
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“Whether it was the wolves who howled to find their loved ones in the night, or the great trees who raised their limbs to the sun, the day-folk killed whatever they did not understand.”
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“Willa”
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