Go out into the world, traveler. See what the long nights and hard days feel like, after a week of them.”

“Perhaps I will like them,” Vasya retorted, with spirit.

“I sincerely hope not.

I don’t feel like a traveler now,” Vasya admitted, low, to Morozko .

“Neither do travelers, often enough,” the frost-demon returned.

The more one knows, the sooner one grows old,” Midnight returned cheerfully.

You cannot take vengeance on a whole people because of the doings of a few wicked men.

The glutton cannot turn his mind to God,” he said dismissively. “But neither can the starving man.

The peach siding created a gorgeous contrast to the stucco walls and the dark-brown roof tiles—a fairytale house in a fairytale suburban neighborhood. She rolled her eyes. Too bad life had been anything but.