1
All bleed who fight with the sword. All confront, with greater or lesser difficulty, the worship of their own flesh. The swordmaiden faces particular obstacles in this matter: she will have seen, in the temples and elsewhere, many images of unscarred women.Sofia Samatar
2
To lose a sibling is to lose the one different from you. There’s no one now against whom to say: But I am like this. I am this.Sofia Samatar
3
[h]ope, like a desert aloe. Hope, stubborn and bitter to the taste. That hides water. That bears the drought. An ugly plant with the power to heal.Sofia Samatar