Sophie

“You better get used to having me around.” I sniffle. “Haunting me?” “No.” He smiles. “Loving you.”
― B.K. Borison, Good Spirits

“In the flurry of thoughts of Hal and home and heart, Annie wondered how she’d ever move on from that feeling. Maybe she never would. It would hold her for ever. Intoxicating in its equal parts of comfort and passion combined. How lucky they were to have found one another, to care so deeply and safely and to feel it returned in a way that set magic alight.”
― Lucy Jane Wood, Uncharmed

“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