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254 pages, ebook
First published January 23, 2013
"The smell. Wet ink, old parchment, and leather."
"It was getting dark now, filling the forest with eerie shadows. Mist lifted from the warm ground, swirling around the bases of dark, thick trees. Crickets and frogs heralded the night, and there was the distinct smell of rotted vegetation."
"Ladies wore dresses that weren't covered in dust. Ladies didn't have stained, calloused hands with nails bitten to the quick. Ladies didn't write, ladies didn't study, and they certainly didn't think for themselves."
"You accept talking to trees, but you deny my speech?" He licked his paw, the move sulky. "Wolves are wiser than trees you know." Oran to Stone
...written knowledge only goes so far. Naïveté was a whole different kind of senselessness.
I'd fallen from grace, been branded & afraid. I'd loved and lost, I'd grieved, I'd sworn vengeance. I'd woken up needing comfort that wasn't there. My life would never be the same, but I'd finally come to terms with that.
"You are the first to understand us. Man was never to understand us. It was and is forbidden."
We overcome and we prevail.