″‘Do you have any idea what it takes to find quiet stone?’ said Doter in her round, loud voice. ‘Quiet stone - the linder that sleeps, that is good and sound, has fissures in just the right places, but not too many.‘”
″‘For that week, she didn’t let me out of her arms.’
‘Of course not, why would she? You were tiny and scrawny and fuzzy, and also the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen, excepting my own.‘”