tamthingdraws:

He lifted my hand and tenderly kissed the sword-callused palm of it, and then held it in both of his. It was farewell, and I knew it, and knew I could do nothing to stop it. I sat still, feeling as if I grew hollow and cold, as if Nighteyes were dying all over again. I was losing him. He was withdrawing from my life and I felt as thought I were bleeding to death, my life trickling out of me.

do you ever re-read a section of book and cry just as hard as the first time you experienced it because