“(H)ope, be it never so faint, bringeth a gleam into darkness, like a little rushlight that costeth but a groat.”
“[H]ope takes you by the throat like a stranger, it makes your heart leap...”
“A little light in the dark night A faint voice is calling you This way! This way! This flickering, wavering little voiceLike dew, like a bonfireThe voice of insectsthe sound of the water You can never lose themonce you've heard them...”
“A little honest swearin" wipeth away anger and bringeth peace to the soul.”
“Yolanda stood with her head cocked and her dark eyes gleaming, like a crow at the fence line.”
“Night smelt the way Havoc’s songs sounded. It smelt of steel and rushlights and the marsh welcoming a misstep and anger souring like old blood.”