“_{Their nights were lit by starlight and the great moon, the wolf goddess Tor, and not the oil lamps that burned in the villages. They drank not from human cups, but from pools and mountain streams, and ate meat fresh from the kill, even if Alina WovenWord always insisted on cooking her own. The roof of their home was the endless sky, their walls the trees and rock slopes and the bed where they laid their heads was the living earth itself}”

-

“_{But I, and the rest who continued well, enjoyed fully the beauties of the scene and season; they let us ramble in the wood, like gipsies, from morning till night; we did what we liked, went where we liked: we lived better too.”}