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“Neither patience nor reason would draw the child from her, and when the women tugged him forcibly from her arms, she began to scream. The room dissolved into chaos. The mother flew at her neighbors, crying for her son. Most of the women had children themselves; they quailed at the look in her eyes.”
― Katherine Arden, The Bear and the Nightingale

“I go to church, Father,” she replied. “Anna Ivanovna is not my mother, nor is her madness my business. Just as my soul is not yours. And it seems to me we did very well before you came; for if we prayed less, we also wept less.”
― Katherine Arden, The Bear and the Nightingale

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” She forced her voice to calm. “No,” he said. “Some things I can heal. But I cannot heal gently.”
― Katherine Arden, The Bear and the Nightingale

“Am I in love with her already? Perhaps. Or maybe I’m just confusing love with comfort, and I’m okay with that. Is there any difference between love and a safe harbor from a storm? Should there be? There are a lot of different kinds of love, and though I may not be able to tell them apart from each other, I appreciate all of them the same.”
― Andrew Joseph White, The Spirit Bares Its Teeth