"most of the tiny wooden houses turned out to be ruins. bits and pieces of what used to be homes. bones of what used to be a body. they were riding into the corpse of a village, its flesh already eaten up by the God of Time. death had already been here, and it'd been famished."
"i keep holding you, because what else is left to hold ?"
oh how deeply i am going to miss this book. i'm so jealous of anyone that has yet to discover it, to befriend it, to feel it. the writing is so beautiful it just hurts. the characters effortlessly set up home in my heart. i'm truly at a loss of words, just trust me and read it.