“There it was again. That look, livid with hidden things. A secret. 'What is it, Kestrel? Tell me what's wrong.” — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“He'd believed it. She couldn't believe that he believed it. Sometimes, she hated him for that.” — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“This is me figuring good behavior is for someone much younger." --Kestrel” — Sarah Gilman Copy Share Image
“Kestrel studied her fingers, the way they wove together. She didn’t say Come back safely, and he didn’t say I always have.… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
The world in which the kestrel moves, the world that it sees, is, and always will be, entirely beyond us. That there… — Mary Midgley Copy Share Image
“How much easier everything would be if that were so. But Kestrel wouldn't let herself consider the truth. She didn't want to… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“An emotion clamped down on her heart. It squeezed her into a terrible silence. But he said nothing after that, only her… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“Kestrel's cruel calculation appalled her. This was part of what had made her resist the military: the fact that she could make… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
A kestrel can and does hover in the dead calm of summer days, when there is not the faintest breath of wind.… — Richard Jefferies Copy Share Image
“She turned to look at him, and he was already looking at her. “I’m going to miss you when I wake up,”… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
