bloodteethandflame

“And the Bastard grant us, in our direst need, the smallest gifts: the nail of the horseshoe, the pin of the axle, the feather at the pivot point, the pebble at the mountain’s peak, the kiss in despair, the one right word. In darkness, understanding.”

— from Paladin of Souls by Lois McMaster Bujold

photo by Jim Sauchyn