" say the land. The mix of raw rock and vivid green. The thickness in the air when it rains, and the clean scent when the storms pass, as if it’s washed away all your sins. The tainted glory of stone castles, half-broken, climbing up from the valley, as if still battling the past. The glassy, cold surface of the lakes reflecting towering trees. The sprawl of endless horses "

― Jennifer Probst , All Roads Lead to You (Stay, #3)