“What she needs are stories.
Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. To be remembered. And to forget.
Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books.
Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.”
I had Random.org select a page and it decided on page 118!
“Bodkin! Get in!” yelled Wish, climbing into the cart at the front of the caravan of carts, and Bodkin climbed into the one at the back beside Xar. Wish pushed up her eyepatch, twitched her fingers… and the linked carts rose in the air, over Encanzo’s head, towards where Looter was dangling.