Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-One.
Some more he wished for. wishing his voice could be like that. warm and tender, soft and succulent... then maybe the others wouldn't look at him with those eyes full of fear. looking at him as if he were some kind of monster.
An Affliction of the Heart
"b-but i don't know what to wish for!" "wish for world peace," warden suggested with a wry smile. "it's just a formality." the changeling stared down at the cake, and then leaned in with a shaky inhale.