“Get that pitying look off your face,' Eris snarled softly. 'I know what sort of creature my father is. I don't need your sympathy.' Cassian again studied him. 'Why did you leave Mor in the woods that day?' It was… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Make him crawl, Mor had said. And she would. But first she would dance.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
