Molly Sargen

“The man they'd come to see was up and standing at the window with his back to them, so that only Sophia saw his squared stance and his shoulders and the brown hair fastened back above the collar of his shirt. He wore no coat, just breeks and boots, and in the fine white shirt he stood there pale and like a ghost, the only thing of light in that dull room.

He spoke again, not looking round, his voice grown hoarser from the illness. 'Did you ye see her? Was she well?'

'She will be now,' the colnel gently said...

Sophia could not move from where she stood. Could not believe it.

Then he turned, a ghost no longer, but a breathing man. A living man, whose shadowed eyes grew brighter in the grip of hard emotion as he left the window and in two strides crossed to fold her in his arms...”
― Susanna Kearsley, The Winter Sea

“We didn't let them do anything to us, Travanion," Beatriss said fiercely, "They did it without out permission.”
― Melina Marchetta, Froi of the Exiles

“He came to understand the difference between the gods' blessed and a smart man. His uncle was one. His father the other.”
― Melina Marchetta, Froi of the Exiles

“Why didn't Lina know their names? Why hadn't she studied their histories? Where was the monument? Where was the museum? What had they wished for and worked for and loved?”
― Tara Conklin, The House Girl