Meet the characters from my novel, Be! Alongside my digital art character sketches are quotes directly from the book about each of them! My novel is available on Amazon, signed copies are available in my Etsy Shop and my upcoming events, and can also be ordered through your favorite indie bookstore or your local library! Henry: Henry forged together remnants of himself, small glimpses that were allowed or stolen, and despite never seeing his own reflection, there were still mosaic glasses he wore when he looked upon anything but himself. Ari: “There’s a price to pay for freedom. It’s not like in all the books and fairy tales.” It wasn’t always loud and glorious. And, even then, the story was so often reframed, never mind being hers. “There’s a price to pay, and I’ve paid it. I’m willing to pay it now, so someone else might not have to.” Eacann: He wore the story of his life in his eyes. The rags of clothes and calloused hands. The way he held himself. One arm extended in greeting, while the other held tight to the knife behind his back. Fra: But, even then, he’d grown accustomed to Fra calling his name, rushing in. There wasn’t always a grand rescue, and it was a rarity either would escape the King’s clutches unscathed, but he was there. A year without him had yet to break the habit. Nick: Though, she supposed that was more Nick’s doing. That was one thing in her oldest brother’s favor, she supposed. There wasn’t much on that list and each time she saw him it only seemed to shrink more. Wells: He was angry because he wasn’t capable of feeling much else. He was scared and worried about Pine, which meant he was going to be angry and all of that would be directed at her. Because he was already angry at her… Because she was always the easiest target for him. The twins, Pine and Rowan: Where Pine was vivacious, Rowan was quiet. Where Pine rushed to never miss a thing, Rowan took his time to take everything in. They were an odd pair for as much as they shared the same features. Auntie Patchet: The old woman sat on a stump with a tattered shawl wrapped tight around her hunched shoulders. Her hands on the walking stick were as knotted and twisted as the wood itself. Leon: A man, as big as he was loud, snatched Henry up, engulfing him in a sea of red beard. Henry's Grandfather/ The old man: Despite the way age bowed his limbs, his very presence was daunting. Rochelle: “And, even then, try being a girl in the castle.” Her voice was cold and hard. “I have survived. I get no applause. No declarations of bravery. No mention in history. I will be vilified and demeaned and threatened. And, as unspectacular as it is, as every woman before me has done, I will continue to survive.” Henry wondered if he might. Briggs: As far as princes went, Briggs was exactly what she expected. Just having been in his presence once was enough to make her shudder at the mere mention of his name. Henry and Fra’s stories were bad enough, but the rumors Auntie Patchet dug up made her blood run cold. Six feet under the ground was too good for him. Zane: “And here I thought Zane was the brainless one.” She rolled her eyes. Peter: His whole world was that little girl. But, his life was that tavern he built from the ground up with nothing but dust and sheer determination.
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