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“You’re like a rose in a graveyard,” he said, and his lips twisted into a bitter smile. “I wonder what you could have turned into without the war.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“I always have to choose, and I never get to choose you. I'm so tired of not getting to choose you.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“He’d loved her, even though he never expected them to be anything but doomed. He’d loved her all the same.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“I should have known—the moment I looked into your eyes, I should have known I would never win against you.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“Love isn’t as pretty or pure as people like to think. There’s a darkness in it sometimes. Kaine and I go hand in hand. I made him who he is. I knew what that array meant when I saved him. If he’s a monster, then I’m his creator.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“You made me feel like the parts of me that aren’t useful still deserve to exist. Like I’m not just all the things I can do.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“She was locked in the dangerous embrace of Kaine Ferron, and it felt like home.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“Someday, she promised herself, someday I am going to love him in a moment that isn't stolen”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“I thought that we could suffer enough to earn each other.”
― SenLinYu, Alchemised

“You are . . . You're one ambush after the next and I have yet to get my bearings.”
― Kalie Cassidy, In the Veins of the Drowning

“She's not weak, she's not frail or breakable or scared of much. She is the storm that tears away roofs and knocks over trees.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“She is just a girl.

With raven hair and crush-your-heart-in-half eyes.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“Because I am more darkness than girl. More winter shadow than August sunlight.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“There's always reasons to stay. You just need one reason to leave.”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep

“Perhaps it's easier: being alone. Building walls. A solitary life with no one to lose. No one to break your heart.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“It's like a fairytale suspended in time-the princess forgotten, the hero eaten whole by a noble Fir goblin. The story ended, but no one remembered to burn the haunted forest to the ground.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“I'm certain that love can be a wound, deep and saw-toothed and filled with salt. But sometimes it's worth it.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“No one sees that I have just as many wounds as everyone else. That I too am a little broken.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“I don't want to be alone. I don't want the crack inside me to widen, for the ocean of loneliness to creep in. I don't want to drown.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“Of course ." A wicked gleam entered his eyes. "But I only turn girls into salamanders on Tuesdays. Luckily for you, it´s a Wednesday, which is the day I drink a goblet of orphan´s blood for supper.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“What is this, master - the third time I've broken you out of a jail cell?”

Nathaniel coughed. “Minor misunderstandings, on both previous occasions,” he assured Elisabeth.

(....) He spoke mildly, his lashes shading his eyes. “At least you're wearing clothes this time, master.”

“I'll have you know,” Nathaniel said, “that that was an accident, and the public certainly didn't mind. One woman even sent me flowers.” To Elisabeth, he added, “Don't worry. She was forty years old, and her name was Mildred.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“I love you, too,” she said.
Nathaniel's brow furrowed. He turned his face to the side and blinked several times. “Thank god,” he said finally. “I don't think unrequited love would have suited me. I might have started writing poetry.”
Elisabeth continued stroking his hair. “That doesn't sound so bad.”
“I assure you, it would have proven more unpleasant for everyone than necromancy.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” Her eyes flew open. Nathaniel was contemplating her with an unreadable expression. “It's alright,” he said. “I know . . .” He considered his next words. “I know what it feels like to have things you can't say. To anyone.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“I like girls too, Scrivener.” Amusement danced in Nathaniel’s eyes. “I like both. If you’re going to fantasize about my love life, I insist you do so accurately.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Nathaniel nodded. "If you can believe it, I used to fancy him. Then he went and grew that mustache. Or he murdered a gerbil and attached it to his face. For the life of me, I can't tell which.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“But it seemed to Elisabeth that evil could not exist right now, in this place, not with all those people making their pilgrimage by lamplight to the river; there was too much beauty in the world for evil to possess any hope of victory.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“But every once in a while, when her back was turned, she could have sworn she felt his gaze settle upon her, as tentative as the brush of a butterfly's wing.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“The clamor of traffic intensified as the coach's door swung open. Nathaniel clambered inside amid a swirl of emerald silk. He flashed Elisabeth a grin, pulling the door shut as he took a seat in the opposite corner.

"Best if I don't show myself," he explained. "I don't want to inflame the public. They go absolutely mad in the presence of celebrity, you see, and I'd prefer them not to storm the carriage. There are only so many propositions of marriage a man can bear.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“The library wants to fight back.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Would you still like to go ice skating?"
"Yes!" she burst out. "But---" She tried not to glance down at his injured leg.
A grin tugged at his mouth. "We saved the world, Scrivener. We'll figure out a way."
She relaxed. He was right. They would figure out a way.
"Even if you have to pull me on a sled," Nathaniel went on.
"I am not pulling you on a sled!"
"Why not? I dare say you're strong enough."
She sputtered.. "It would get in the papers."
"I hope so. I'd want to save a clipping.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns