Sofie

“But Arin saw Kestrel as she had been last night before the ball. How her hair had been a spill of low light over his palms. He had threaded desire into the braids, had wanted her to sense it even as he dreaded that she would. He had met her eyes in the mirror and didn’t know, couldn’t tell, her feelings. He only knew the fire of his own.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

“Rachel and I take seats and I hand the Walcott to Frederick. From the way he holds it this time, I’m almost certain it’s his, but he tells us, sadly, that it’s not. Even when the shop’s gone, I’ll keep looking, I tell him. He thanks me, and accepts the offer.

‘I think perhaps,’ he says, ‘it’s the looking that keeps her alive.”
― Cath Crowley

“Sometimes science isn't enough. Sometimes you need the poets.”
― Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue

“Watching you pretend to hate the nickname is the best part of my day.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game