" What if I can’t?” I whispered. “What if the Iron King truly is invincible?”
“Then we will all die,” said the Elder Dryad, and faded back into her oak. The other
dryads left, leaving me alone with a cat, a prince, and a stick. I sighed and looked down at
the wood in my hands.
“No pressure or anything,” I muttered. "

― Julie Kagawa