Quote by: Marie Rutkoski

His dear face, dear to her, dearer still. how could she love his face more for its damage? What kind of person saw someone's suffering and felt her heart crack open even wider, even more sweetly than before? There was something wrong with her. It was wrong to want to touch a scar and call it beautiful.


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Author Bio


  • NameMarie Rutkoski
  • DescriptionAmerican writer
  • BornMarch 5, 1977
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter