“And it did occur to me, as I gazed up at the jagged shadows of Mount Yongma's peak, that I might not survive the icy journey if I followed. Still, my feet moved forward, one step after the next. Not because of fearlessness -- no, my stomach ached with terror. I followed the officers because the moment I'd grabbed onto Woorim's hand, trying to pull her out of danger, her destiny had bound itself to mine. I had seen desperation gleam in her eyes and I had touched her wound. How could I forget? How could I turn away?”
Book:The Silence of Bones