" To mend the big wounds, sometimes you must mend the small ones, she thought as she poured tea into a copper mug. And sometimes, the small ones are so small you can’t even see them. A wise man had once said that. Well, a wise woman, anyway. Well, she had said it. Thought it, really. Just now, even. But it certainly sounded wise to her. "

― Sam Sykes , The City Stained Red (Bring Down Heaven, #1)