Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

For anyone who has ever had to claw their way forward.

Our burden to take, for History to make.

They were the unlikeliest of comforts, but they were also a bit of a nuisance—such is the way with creature comforts and life, particularly a long one.

It’s good for the soul to have something to crave; to tend; to strive for.

she knew the sight of so many books in one place would steal her breath—as it always did, no matter the library.

“Thank you for doing what we can’t, even if it's simply being in rooms we’re not allowed in. I know it isn’t easy.”

One must take pains to remember that life deals in greys. What is white to one might very well be black to another. It matters not who is right or wrong, but how we mutually treat one another in the midst of the grey.

“Darling, fashion is an art form. It is meant to be seen. Admired. Imitated.”

“Fashion makes a statement.

“Yes. But the nights are often very difficult for me. I’m pleased to see them over. To let the sun chase the monsters away.”

The greater good will always be the path less traversed. Let it be mine.

“I don’t want you to run from what’s been done to you any longer.” Agatha raised red-rimmed eyes to her eldest Sister. “Do you understand? I don’t want you to lock your fury away this time. I want you to unleash it.”

Kindness is a strength all its own. Peace and tranquillity should never be misinterpreted as meek or feeble.

“No. That moment—it’s you, in essence. Unafraid to encounter the dark. To sit there with those who are overlooked. And willing to be moved enough to fight for them.”

The spectrum of emotion is meant to be felt in full. It is the corresponding actions that must be disciplined.