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“There were hundreds of things Marimar wanted to know. Why is this happening? Why can't we stop it? Why didn't you try to tell me sooner? Who are you? Why do this? What broke your heart so completely that it's splinters found their way through generations.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina

“The dragon was above them when Hester stopped climbing and turned to face it. It's neck pulled back and Fina saw the glow of fire in it's chest. Hester's voice was almost snatched away by the wind from its wings. But Fina heard her.
"Here I am!" She called. It was defiance and declaration and joy at once. It didn't matter that the words were barely audible; it didn't matter that the dragon had no language to understand them. It was the call with which Camille Desmoulins had set a revolution on fire and with which Toussaint Louverture had summoned a storm; the call of magic wild and free. Her eyes blazed with it. "Come to me.”
― H.G. Parry, A Radical Act of Free Magic

“Men had often looked at her the way Vargo was looking at her now, but always for her beauty – never her ingenuity. And Ren, who was used to treating that kind of admiration as nothing more than a useful lever, felt her breath catch.”
― M.A. Carrick, The Mask of Mirrors

“I will not go easily," she told him honestly.
"And," began a new voice, cutting through the snow as sharp as a north wind, "she will not go alone.”
― Susan Dennard, Witchshadow

“You keep asking why your work is not enough, and I don’t know how to answer that, because it is enough to just exist in this world and marvel at it. You don’t need to justify that, or earn it. You are allowed to just live.”
― Becky Chambers, A Psalm for the Wild-Built

“Perhaps it would have. I don't always have the luxury of doing the right thing."
"And that is exactly where we differ. Doing the right thing cant be a luxury. It can't be a matter of honor, or reason, or even choice. It simply needs to be done, whatever the consequences.”
― H.G. Parry

“I'm not going to die," she said. "Not till I've seen it."
"Seen what?"
Her smile widened. "Everything.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic

“Elend: I kind of lost track of time…
Breeze: For two hours?
Elend: There were books involved.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Well of Ascension

“No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for 'good luck.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Love conquers all," Aphrodite promised. "Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?"
"Didn't they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?"
"Pfft. That's not the point. Follow your heart.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?"
"Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.
"Gun to the back?" said Jesper.
"Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.
"You're all horrible," said Matthias.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.”
― C.S. Lewis

“Kest, considering we are the very definition of damned if we do and damned if we don't, would you mind telling me why in the name of Saint-Felsan-who-weighs-the-world you're smiling?”
― Sebastian de Castell, Traitor's Blade

“When you're fighting a crowd, it's good to shout potentially threatening things like "Crossbows!" or "Fire!" or "Giant Flying Cat!" every once in a while.”
― Sebastien de Castell, Traitor's Blade

“Everyone shush now,’ I said, taking a step towards the guards. ‘I’m about to be impressive.”
― Sebastien de Castell, Tyrant's Throne

“And then the door burst open.
Alucard stood in the doorway, soaking wet, as if he'd just been dumped in the sea, or the sea had been dumped over him. "Stop fucking with the ship.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“There was never a time when Mirrorland didn't feel real; when we couldn't feel the wind and rain and wonder of it, or smell the sea and smoke and sweat. But sometimes, Mirrorland felt very real, and those were the times when we were cleaver or cruel or afraid.”
― Carole Johnstone, Mirrorland

“I’d say you’re more than just an object,’ Dex said. The robot looked a touch offended. ‘I would never call you just an animal, Sibling Dex.’ It turned it’s gaze to the road, head held high. ‘We don’t have to fall into the same category to be of equal value.”
― Becky Chambers, A Psalm for the Wild-Built

“Ila didn't want to be cowed anymore, or weak. She had been born into the life of a mouse and wished she had been granted life as a serpent so that she may shed this old skin.”
― Alexandria Warwick, Night

“Apaay thought of the Face Stealers eyes the moment she'd screamed his name, seconds away from tumbling to her death. Months spent in his company had solidified her knowledge of the colours and emotions he harboured. Gray for aloofness, distance. Blue-green for when he was feeling playful. She did not know what Violet meant.”
― Alexandria Warwick, Night

“You don't know a thing about me." His laughter was surprisingly acidic. "I know you." He turned toward her, the air stirring with the scent of wood smoke that was at times so familiar to her it felt almost like a memory. "You're not afraid of dying. You're afraid of living.”
― Alexandria Warwick, Night

“At the ship's stern, Vivia grabbed the balustrade. Already the waves licked towards her, hungry and ready. Command us, they said. We are yours. And Vivia smiled. She was a sea fox, she was a Tidewitch, and the Doge had chosen the wrong queen to anchor down.”
― Susan Dennard, Witchshadow

“You could die in the war," she reminded him.
"I know. And I'm scared of that too. But I'd die free, at least, or as free as people like us can ever be."
"Does that matter, really?"
"I don't know," he admitted with a sigh. "But it feels like it should.”
― H.G. Parry, A Radical Act of Free Magic

“War doesn't last forever. But change, once set in motion, is very difficult to undo. It's one of the first rules of magic: you can never truly reverse a spell. Dirt will remember being turned into gold, a conjured storm leaves marks on the landscape, a shadow will remember being bound - or free. And when this war passes, Commoner magic will be very difficult to bind again." She paused. "Besides. God works in mysterious ways."
"I won't argue, or course," Wilberforce said. "But it does seem difficult to see God in the last few years.”
― H.G. Parry, A Radical Act of Free Magic

“Are you smiling?"
"It's a serious frown, but I put it on backward."
"Well, straighten it.”
― H.G. Parry, A Radical Act of Free Magic

“That was the trouble with the magic that bespelled the walls of the House of Commoners. It responded to eloquence, not truth. Wilberforce had once, a very long time ago, thought the two were interchangeable. Now he knew it was just as easy to be eloquent and wrong as it was to be eloquent and right.”
― H.G. Parry, A Radical Act of Free Magic

“The stranger didn't care about me at Trafalgar. He only cared about you. I don't see why the dragon would."
"The stranger didn't see me at first either! If there's one thing I've learned, it's that the stranger doesn't always see everybody he should. He sees women and slaves and commoners when he ought to see magicians."
Hester's chin rose at that, as Fina had hoped it would. Her jaw tightened. "Very well," she said. "Let's show him.”
― H.G. Parry, A Radical Act of Free Magic

“At her back, the walls sang. It was no warm trilling this time, but a deep, profound not of joy, impossibly clear and sweet and painful, the kind that reached down into her heart and touched her soul. She knew it was only responding to a speech, that it only understood the magic of words and rhetoric and meaning. But she also knew that because of that peculiar alchemy the world had changed, and somehow the walls knew it too. She closed her eyes and listened.”
― H.G. Parry, A Radical Act of Free Magic

“Four Rivers was special for reasons the living population had all but forgotten. It was, in the most general sense, magic-adjacent. There are locations all over the world where power is so concentrated that it becomes the meeting ground for good and evil. Call them nexuses. Call them lay lines. Call them Eden. Over the centuries, as Four Rivers lost it's water sources, it's magic faded, too, leaving only a weak pulse beneath it's dry mountain plains. That pulse was enough.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina

“Orquídea's favourite colour was the blue of twilight - just light enough that the sky no longer appeared black, but before pinks and purples bled into it. She thought that colour captured the moment the world held it's breath, and she'd been holding hers for a long time.”
― Zoraida Córdova, The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina