Willa of Dark Hollow Quotes

“We each become the choices that we make. The choices we make in our lives aren’t just the paths we take, they are the shape we are turning ourselves into.”
― Robert Beatty, Willa of Dark Hollow

“Move without a sound. Steal without a trace.”
― Robert Beatty, Willa of Dark Hollow

“I guess we’re not going home,” Hialeah said as they fastened the stretcher together. “Not yet,” Willa said. “Where are we going to take him?” “To a place that’s impossible to find.”
― Robert Beatty, Willa of Dark Hollow

“We are the voice of the trees, Willa, and the words of the wolves, her grandmother had said more than once. We are the living soul of the forest.”
― Robert Beatty, Willa of Dark Hollow

“My grandmother brought me here with my twin sister, Alliw, when we were five years old,” Willa said. “She asked us to dip our hands into a bowl of paint she had made from berries. And then we pressed our palms right here, one beside the other, the left and the right, the Willa and Alliw, just like a thousand twins had done before us.” Trying to keep her breathing steady and strong, Willa put her left hand over the print she had made on the wall eight years before. To her surprise, Adelaide slowly leaned forward and put her right hand on the print next to hers. Willa thought Adelaide was trying to show that she was on her side, that she was her friend, and that although they were human and Faeran, they were sisters in a way. Their hands were positioned opposite to one another, their thumbs almost touching, as if a single girl was pressing her two hands to the wall. Because of the way the light was falling through the holes in the ceiling, Willa’s hand was cast in shadow, but Adelaide’s hand was bright. Left and right, dark and light, Faeran and human, green skin and white…Everything should have been different about their hands. But the more Willa looked, the more she marveled at what she was seeing. Other than the color, their hands were identical in size and shape, down to the wrinkles on their fingers. Willa’s heart began to pound in her chest. How could this be? How could their hands be so similar? She slowly turned her head and looked at Adelaide. Adelaide stared back at her, her eyes wide, as amazed as she was. And then Adelaide gazed all around at the walls of the cave and the long flow of the River of Souls. Willa watched as a trace of fear crept into Adelaide’s face. “Willa…” Adelaide whispered, her voice trembling with astonishment. “I think I’ve been here before.”
― Robert Beatty, Willa of Dark Hollow

“The whole of the world was broken and she could not fix it. Not with love. Not with friendship or peace or understanding. And those were the only things she had to give.”
― Robert Beatty, Willa of Dark Hollow

“Not with love. Not with friendship or peace or understanding. And those were the only things she had to give. There were no Faeran or humans to whom she could go for help, only the tree by which she stood.”
― Robert Beatty, Willa of Dark Hollow