howeverlongs:“Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at
howeverlongs:“Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me.”A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas -- source link