Sophie

“I wanted to see her hatred all over again, and I wanted to be the cause. Me. Nothing else. Not our situation or preconceived notions or generalized suspicion. Just me. My voice. My words.”
― Tessonja Odette, The Lies that Summon the Night

“He’s gorgeous the same way a lightning storm is—breathtaking despite its danger. Or maybe because of it.”
― Tessonja Odette, The Lies that Summon the Night

“I drowned in the ocean once and I think I could just as easily drown in Harriet. Sink down into her and lose myself for days.”
― B.K. Borison, Good Spirits

“All Annie could register was the desperate need to get to her own girl, to Maeve – an overwhelming feeling that she would give anything for it. Her own life, if needed. She supposed that was what a pure soul connection with someone other than her familiar was meant to feel like – true friendship or true love or the true feeling of family – and it had risen up so unexpectedly in her life, like a forgotten spring bud desperately determined to survive through any winter frost, through anything, all-consuming in its aim to carry on. A kind of love that was incomparable. Annie had no intention of letting that love leave this realm or any other.”
― Lucy Jane Wood, Uncharmed