The Warden and the Wolf King

When you run out of hope, everything is backwards. Your heart wants the opposite of what it needs.

That doesn’t mean it isn’t true. The Shining Isle exists as surely as the floor you’re standing on. It may be hard to believe, but it’s real, I tell you. Sometimes in the middle of the night, the sun can seem like it was only ever a dream. We need something to remind us that it still exists, even if we can’t see it. We need something beautiful hanging in the dark sky to remind us there is such a thing as daylight. Sometimes, Queen Sara”—Armulyn strummed his whistleharp— “music is the moon.

Love runs stronger than blood. Deeper than any name you could give me." - Maraly

Beautiful.” “And scary,” Sara said. “It’s not scary at all,” said Artham with a laugh. He ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped. The others gasped and then fell into nervous laughter as he spread his wings and soared out over the water.

And it’s been so long since most of our boys have sailed they hardly know a poop deck from a chamber pot!

It was as if a strand connected that day with this one and the Maker's pleasure was coursing through it like blood in a vein.

So once someone remembers their true name, they’re cured?” Janner asked. “I wish it were so. We all forget from time to time, and so we need each other to tell us our stories. Sometimes a story is the only way back from the darkness.

There's more to healing than what the eye can see.