It was difficult work, trudging through the mire of one's past, excavating memories, bringing them into the light where others could see their ugliness, where all the facets of them were exposed. Ranami had done this work too, but every time she thought she'd finished, a word, a smell or a sound would bring yet another terrible remembrance bubbling to the surface.

— The Bone Shard War by Andrea Stewart (Page 68)