my firts book

“I looked at my sister, really looked at her, at this woman who couldn’t stomach the sycophants who now sorrounded her, who had never spent a day in the forest but had gone into wolf territory… Who shrouded the loss of our mother, then our downfall, in icy rage and bitterness, because the anger had been a lifeline, the creulty a release. But she had cared- beneath it, she had care, and perhaps loved more fiercely than I could comprehend, more deeply and loyally.”

A court of Thorns and Roses, Sarah J Mass