“What a freeing thought it was to no longer believe I had to deserve something in order to get it.' He's right; that would be a shockingly freeing thought. 'Stop waiting,' Madoc says. 'Sink those pretty teeth into something.' I give him a sharp look, trying to decide if he is making fun of me. I lean down and write in the dirt and the crust of my own dried blood. Monsters have teeth like mine. He grins as though I am finally getting his point. 'That they do.”
Book:The Stolen Heir
