Blackfeather Woods it's good to warm my bones beside the fire

She valued his input more than she could ever express. He had a way with words that she had never been able to master, and had grown even more wise in the time they were apart. Maegi nodded, understanding, and moved to one dank notch near the back of the cave, where a couple of long-abandoned bones lie.

If they liked fear so much, you'd think they would love us a lot more than they did, Maegi remarked with a chuckle. Especially with my face how it is now. The words were caustic, bitter, very self-aware. Maegi had never really reconciled herself with her many deformities, those either bred into her or given through the rigors of life.