Celyn

“Her death didn’t feel real yet. Nona stood there, casting no shadow, and found she could feel nothing for her friend. Some emotions are like that, too big to be seen from within, like the ice patterns, written across empty miles, which make sense only from a great height. She slumped, staggering as weariness caught up with her. She would find that distance in time, and there would be sorrow enough to make the dead weep, and she feared it.”
― Mark Lawrence, Red Sister

“Still, children hope in ways adults find hard to imagine. They carry their dreams before them, fragile, in both arms, waiting for the world to trip them.”
― Mark Lawrence, The Liar's Key

“I have been too young to know, and I have been too old to care. It’s in that oh-so-narrow slice between that memories are made. So”
― Mark Lawrence, Red Sister

“The trip from could to should is short and allows little time for reflection.”
― Mark Lawrence, Red Sister