Sarah Brousseau

“Septimus look at Jenna, his green eyes serious, “It’s a luxury Jen,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

Septimus stared at the scraped and bloody snow at his feet. It took him some moments to reply.
“I mean…” he began slowly. “I mean that if you go through life and never face a situation where, in order for your to survive, someone else has to die, then you’re lucky. That’s what I mean.”
― Angie Sage, Queste