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118 pages, Hardcover
First published February 28, 2023
‘Cranes are mean. Cruel, you know? Just ask any frog or fish in the pond. A crane is a predator just like any other predator-sneaky, and opportunistic. Not one of them would have the patience for weaving, or for beauty for its own sake. A crane would make someone else do it for him. A mouse maybe. Or a beautiful spider. He'd work it nearly to death, and then he'd eat it.’
“On the farm,” she said quietly, “mothers fly away like migrating birds. And fathers die too young. This is why farmers have daughters. To keep things going in the meantime, until it’s our time to grow wings. Go soaring away across the sky.”
But that's what mothers do. On the farm. We sprout wings and fly away.
"Love is the path of least resistance, you see? It’s a lot more work to cause harm to someone who mistrusts you, or fears you. Or hates you. Love opens the city gates wide, and allows all manner of horrors right inside."
"Es algo muy triste esto del amor verdadero (...). Las ovejas nunca dejan de quererme, y es por eso que puedo causarles dolor. El amor es el camino que ofrece menos resistencia, ¿entiendes? Cuesta muchísimo más trabajo hacerle daño a alguien que no confía en ti o que te tiene miedo. O que te odia. El amor hace que se abran las puertas y que puedan pasar toda una serie de horrores".
"¿Cómo se puede huir de tu legado si tu legado ya no existe?"
"Quizá nunca conseguimos huir. Quizás todos los lugares son lo mismo".