3 Quotes by Marina Fiorato

With a paring knife she hacked off her waist-length hair just below the chin. Kit felt a shiver of misgiving. How would she net a talking fish now, or tether a dragon? How would she escape from her tower?

A world of words where the black characters printed on the parchment he held meant more to this monk than the people or places around him.

Love is when you like someone so much you have to call it something else.