Melina Marchetta Quotes
Tell Me About The Farm," She Pleaded As Drops Of Blood Began To Appear On Her Hand.
"The Farm?"
"The Farm That Finnikin The Peasant Would Have Lived On With His Bride."
"Evanjalin. That Was Her Name. Did I Mention That?"
She Laughed Through A Sob. "No, You Didn't."
"They Would Plant Rows Upon Rows Of Wheat And Barley, And Each Night They Would Sit Under The Stars To Admire What They Owned. Oh, And They Would Argue. She Believes The Money Made Would Be Better Spent On A Horse, And He Believes They Need A New Barn. But Then Later They Would Forget All Their Anger And He Would Hold Her Fiercely And Never Let Her Go."
"And He'd Place Marigolds In Her Hair?" She Asked.
He Clasped Her Hands Against His And Watched Her Blood Seep Through The Lines Of His Skin. "And He Would Love Her Until The Day He Died," He Said.
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