Mika Olson Better -

"Better at losing," Aris said. "Because once you aren't afraid of the miss, you'll finally have the nerve to hit."

The arrow didn't just hit the center; it split the shaft of the previous shooter’s arrow. Mika Olson Better

The wind was a nightmare, gusting at twenty miles per hour. One by one, the prodigies faltered, their arrows caught in the crosswinds. Mika closed her eyes. She didn't think about the gold. She thought about the basement. She thought about the string snapping. She thought about being okay with the miss. She released. "Better at losing," Aris said