βAll my life,β she said, βI have been told βgoβ and βcome.β I am told how I will live, and I am told how I must die. I must be a manβs servant and a mare for his pleasure, or I must hide myself behind walls and surrender my flesh to a cold, silent god. I would walk into the jaws of hell itself, if it were a path of my own choosing. I would rather die tomorrow in the forest than live a hundred years of the life appointed me.β
Katherine Arden, The Bear and the Nightingale




















