Sublime

grok,”

grok

If anyone else had talked about her “good heart” and “brave spirit” with a look of such glowing approval, Morrigan might have made gagging noises. But there was something about Miss Cheery that made her want to simply sit quietly and listen closely to every word she said.

“I am Dulcinea Dearborn.” Morrigan swallowed a small sound of surprise.

unmoored,

who sprang up from the ground itself with gnarled hands and woody skin and roots deep enough to tap into her own hidden well.