Porcupine Ridge Numerous sections are inscribed with "ETERNAL",

A flicker of new life in her then, though whether it was intrigue or anger she could not say. You're wrong. Anathema stood, meeting his eyes directly. Ignorance, she thought, was the ugliest thing in the world. There was nothing beautiful about it.

Truth is always worth the burden.

The Blackwater girl held firm; outcast that she was, twice-abandoned daughter of a witch, born surrounded by too much shadow to ever feel the light — didn't she know by now, better than most, the cost of truth? It would have been safer to live a pretty prayer-filled lie, to pretend she'd ever felt God's light warm in her fur.

That just wasn't her; too much black water in her veins.