How about I send you multiple words: Cold / Grief / Quiet :]
most of these had multiple uses, so i picked the most interesting imo!!
Fifteen years ago Castle Dovermorry burned to the ground. Gracen’s heard the story thousands of times. Mary Stayer was the only one in the building, the only one who saw the lightning strike, the only one who tried to put the fire out. “Your mother was a hero, Gracen,” people told her when she was six, and then seven, and then eight - when the house was freshly empty, when Leovald’s mood swings could still be blamed on grief. A hero, a hero, a hero. Like the whole thing was a Disney story.
Maybe she’s a cynic. Probably Mary was a hero. But Gracen is too young to miss what she can’t remember.
from chapter 11, “crusade:”
The train is called the silver bullet - in town, if not officially. It always confused Cressida as a child. (A lot of things did.) It wasn’t a bullet train; that was something else, and silver bullets always went with werewolves in her head, anyway. For a few years she harbored a quiet, steadfast belief that the train was the reason there were no werewolves in Dovermorry, that the city would have been overrun with them if not for its constant presence, a silver streak curling around the mountain, flash-fast, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it.
from chapter 18, “warmth:”
Castle Dovermorry is always cold. Something about the heating system. Something about the fact that even after the place burned down, the Guild rebuilt it exactly the way it used to be, hundred-year-old ventilation and all. Bullshit, in Jasper’s opinion, but there’s not much he can do about it besides burning the place down again. Not that he’s ruling it out - but he has more pressing concerns at the moment. More ladder-rungs to climb. More people to charm.
Castle Dovermorry is always cold. Gracen’s office is downright glacial.
(send me a word and i’ll send you the line it appears in!)
