"A pink dawn flushed across the morning snow as the girl emerged from the cave in her fur and skins with her bow and arrows..." p. 187
"Be hungry for what you have yet to do while you're awake." p. 178
"Cambium bark from a white pine" p. 179
Drupe, n. In Botany a drupe is a simple fleshy fruit with a single pit or stone that contains the seed. A simple fruit is formed from a pollinated ovary of a single flower.
Eagle brought her a goose, whose
Feather she used to make better arrows
"... Gift her father had given her... pointed north no matter [what or who] p. 111
"Her father told her once that all animals were creatures of habit...she could choose to change her habits... change before fear has had a chance to overcome you... or after you have overcome it and like a storm it has moved on." p. 187
".... In the verge of sunlight and shade stood an apple tree..." p 117
Journey of father and daughter as they navigate a post-apocalyptic world where humanity has been wiped out. source
"Knowing she could not have survived the winter without what she had been given, regardless of what she had made." p. 202
"Lyrical and evocative, painting a vivid and atmospheric picture of the wilderness through which the characters journey...
Meditation on the fragility of life, the enduring power of love, and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable challenges." source
"...Nodded, and the two walked into the forest as though on a path already marked and trod." p. 118
"Over her shoulder and Oaken bow." p. 191
Puma had rescued her when she tried to cross the thin ice and nearly drowned. p. 201
Quiver of arrows on her back p. 191
"Ravenous attention" p. 200
Susurrant [softly murmuring; whispering] voice of trees" p. 218 Samaras of maple trees p. 113
"... Teeming in the thawed and pulpy sapwood, and these, too, the bear and the girl enjoyed with their supper." p. 203
"Until this autumn, yes, said the bear... But I miss whom I once could touch, as we all must do when we make our way through whatever forest or wood it is in which we travel or are raised..." p.131
"Valley sleeping..." p.211
"Whatever havoc the humans bring upon it, the natural world will make it through." source
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