Jess

“Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep, and in my place will grow a feral rose, soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“You are the kind of bloom that thrives in any soil.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“The highest cards have men on them.” María can see that. There are men holding clubs. Men holding swords. Men holding coins. Men holding cups. “Where are the women?” she asks, and Ysabel only laughs, as if it were a joke.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“What is the point, she thinks, of loving something you are doomed to lose? Of holding on to someone who cannot hold on to you?”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil