Sage Steadman quotes:

She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family.

They could have fought against it, begged for another way or gone off the path in hopes of finding an easier passage. Instead, they looked upon the trail ahead, the rough ridge, now bound by thick snow, and they accepted the path they had chosen.

She had walked to the brink, abandoning all belief, and just before the bitter end, she was pulled from the abyss by faith.

Some had come to look upon death as a mercy. Death meant warmth. Death was light. Life was cruel, cold, heavy and dark. Life was pain. Death was deliverance, and many would welcome it. Others doggedly clung to life and willed themselves to walk on.