" Perhaps the mad girl had drowned. Perhaps the ocean had spared him the trouble of having to deal with her.
Jeryn eased himself through the wall of foliage at the forest’s border, knocking vines out of the way with his shoulder. He’d had his reservations about its penetrability, appearing unbreachable from the outside. However, the instant he passed through the trees, the area expanded, effortless to move around in. Surprising. "

― Natalia Jaster ,