Emma Jo Grospierre

“The green of summer fades to the orange and yellow of autumn, the fallen leaves stained red from the high cost of blood the war had wrought.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“You're a natural at this, you know?"
"I'm a natural at everything."
"Humble too.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“Do you look at that bruise on his face and feel pride, or are you currently wallowing in self pity over how tortured you are pretending to hate him?" Kasar whispers to her as they watch Adriel go over the basics of using a bow with the trainees a week later. "Because I would personally feel pretty proud to have landed a bruise that lasted this long."
Meraki slowly turns to him. "Do you want to find out just how proud I am of my hits?"
"Noted.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night

“Adriel looks like he tried to stay awake, sitting just beside her bed on the rugs, however he eventually fell asleep with his head pillowed by his arms just below where her own head lay.
Inches apart, really. She could see each individual eyelash from where she watches him.
She continues to stare for a moment, her heart beating faster than it normally would, much to her horror.
It was probably just the fever.”
― Jo Grospierre, Hymn of The Night