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“I'm here, Sorcha.

I would not believe it at first; it had been so long since he had touched my mind in this way.

I'm here. Try to let go, dear one. I know how it hurts. Lean on me; let me take your burden for a while.

I could scarcely see him; he was on the far side of the fire, behind the others and half turned away, with his head still in his hands. It seemed as if he had scarcely moved at all.

How can you? How can you know?

I know. Let me help you.

I felt the strength of his mind flow into mine, and somehow he managed to close off the terrible, the dark and secret things that he had dreaded sharing with me, and fill my head with pictures of all that was good and brave.”
― Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

“You're not used to early mornings, are you?"
He shook his head. "Early mornings were invented by the system to keep the people occupied. But not me. I'm on to them. They're not gonna catch me napping. Metaphorically, like. Obviously, they can catch me physically napping like, four or five times a day, but, metaphorically, I am so far beyond their reach.”
― Derek Landy, The Dying of the Light