“Ah.' The godmother smiled then, and cracks ran across her skin from the motion, like a plaster wall falling apart. As Marra… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“A bird with feathers made of fire watched over them, in a cage with bars that shone like moonlight.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“They emerged, stumbling in to the starlight. The man at Marra's side gasped in air as if he had never breathed before.… — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
“It struck Marra, watching, as an extravagance of grief. Someone wanted the world to know how sad he could afford to be.” — T. Kingfisher Copy Share Image
