Catherynne M. Valente Quotes

Greta, Greta, he whispered, eyes shut in rapture, on thy breast I write my Edda, at thy feet I lay the keys of Niflheim, by thy leave alone, I live, and breathe, and die.
Catherynne M. Valente
Catherynne M. Valente

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