It was a child's awareness, never spoken or even fully acknowledged, but deeply felt.

This was the price for the the strange life she had chosen, but she had gone into it with eyes open, and there was no profit in regret.

There was always a way, when one knew what one wanted.

Eran extraños los caminos del corazón. Uno podía pasar años habituado a una pérdida, resignado, y después, con un pensamiento casual, el dolor volvía a la superficie, agudo y desnudo como una herida reciente.

and the Daughter.

primicerius? He was young, it was