“The thought comes to be unbidden, that I am looking at what I was made from. Snow and sticks. Sticks and snow. Not a real girl. A paper doll of a child, to play with, then rip up and throw away.” SticksSnowHolly BlackThe Stolen HeirSurenWrenNot RealPaper DollSnow And SticksSticks And Snow Book:The Stolen Heir Source: The Stolen Heir