" Bright is the moon on a cold winter's night", my grandfather once said. "And bright are the bones it illuminates." It was a warning I had never forgotten.
And yet.
I could face their anger later, but tonight, I wanted to dance with a north wind and run with a wild river that rushed off to distant shores. Tonight, the north was calling. "

― Lisa Lueddecke , A Storm of Ice and Stars (Skane, #2)