Thornhedge

“You were in pain as well,” he said, “and bones heal faster than spirits, I think.

. “It should have mattered. All that love and all that trying should have changed . . . something .

You poor fool. You have poured out love, and backed it with all the steel you possess, on a creature that does not love you and never will. And I am more a fool because I did not know how to stop you.

. I am probably doing this wrong again, she thought, not feeling something when I should.

He is as curious as I am. It’s a dangerous thing, curiosity.” He smiled ruefully. “I always thought that I was doing well.

It seemed like a long time, but only because she was thinking so much—

Mostly she was fretful and often tired