“Did you love me most when I was drugged and helpless, Sileph? Did you love me when I was so baffled by the king’s-tongue that I actually thought you were a man? You loved a shell, then.”
“She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby’s neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.”
“And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like ‘You’ll be all right.’ . . . Isi saw Enna’s struggle and her sadness, and she understood.”
“Finn always called it Enna’s Stream. He tended to refer to most anything as belonging to her—Enna’s Meadow, Enna’s Mountain. When he referred to Yasid as Enna’s Kingdom, she said, ‘Isn’t that your heart?’
Finn smiled and kissed her hand. Isi rolled her eyes.”
“He’s just Finn. We’ve been friends too long and I know him too well, you know? And he’s still a boy, Doda. If I ever find a man, he’ll have to be a man, really a man, to handle me”
“She dismounted, grabbed Enna’s hand so tightly that she drew blood with her fingernails, walked straight into the nearest cottage, and plopped down on a bed. Enna nodded to the startled cottage dwellers.
‘It’s the queen, you see,’ said Enna. ‘She’s going to have a baby in your house. You don’t mind?‘”