Quotes About Ferns

She imagined Begu's mother, Enynny and Ennynny's mother, and her mother before her, back into memory, sitting here by the ferns drinking the cold, minty water, and talking quietly in British. So many. All gone into the mist. She felt a twist inside, a longing for a family and home that never was.

Sangre, helechos y hueso, qué lástima que las criaturas como tú no tengáis la inteligencia para apreciarme.