“not so far away the waters of the lake glinted silver. the breeze was quite chill, catching at my skirts as i came up the slates and settled myself down next to him. Finbar was utterly still. i did not need to look at him to read his mood, for i was tunned to this brother’s mind like the bow to the string”.
“some broken things you can’t mend. some you have to put together very slowly, piece by fragile piece, waiting until the last bit of work is strong enough before you try the next. it takes a lot of patience.”
[juliet marillier In, daughter of the forest]