Transforming Individualism


What sort of person would cling to the hope that someone else would return to give meaning to her life? What sort of quivering parasite needed someone else to validate her existence?

Her resolution grew as she left the settlement behind. She could change. She wasn’t chained to her past. She could become someone who wasn’t merely a product of what others had done to her. It wasn’t too late.

She had a place now and a life, and it was one of her own making.

Blood of Dragons (Rain Wilds Chronicles Book 4) by Robin Hobb