“Sarah didn’t see how she could manage the costumes and scenery alone, and she wished she could talk to Katie about it. After all, it was Katie’s play, too. But Katie seemed to have forgotten that. Everyone was leaving everything to Sarah.
“At this low point in Sarah’s life, she wished every morning that something different would happen, but when something finally did happen, she wished it hadn’t.”
“The white deer flashed through the green forest and the King and his sons followed, past the barking tree, across the musical mud, in and out of a flock of wingless birds. On and on went the chase until the sun began to set and long strange shadows fell.”
“Loren pulled off his soaking coat. His arms shook, but without hesitation he advanced toward the foal.”
“I don’t know. Do men kill men, except in madness? Does any beast kill its own kind? Only the insects… There is a wish to kill in them…”
“The cheesemaker’s daughter and I were inseparable: nipping into and out of each other’s households as if we were fosterlings… climbing through the tall apple trees to gather the last of the fruit that still hung there… running to the gate as the hunting party brought in a full-sized boar, slung on a pole between two warriors… milking the cows as they grazed in the field or skimming the risen cream from the flat stone basins in the dairy yard. And everywhere we turned there were apples…”
“‘Why don’t you take a large bite of that sandwich?’ Jake said.”
“…Lucy was tired of being manipulated and moved about like a game piece. It was time to make her own decisions. With hardly a thought of what it would mean, Lucy leapt up, hurled open the door of the coach, and threw herself onto the grass.”
“Many Dead rose toward that sea of stars above. Dead everywhere, but they were no threat. They came through the Eighth Gate and waded for a little way, or hardly at all, but soon enough all were caught by the stars above, and were lifted up, to go beyond to the final death from which there was no return.”
“Though Yumei had ignored all her requests for human necessities, he’d at least recognized she couldn’t go days without eating. Food kept turning up on his table— fresh, hot meals in glossy white boxes.”
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