Abby

“To love someone is to see them as valuable, to appreciate them, see their worth, hope the best for them.”
― March McCarron, Division of the Marked

“Mr. Paggle lifted his own ale in the air. “What shall we toast to?”
“Yarrow’s right hook?” Peer said.
“Bray’s unladylike nerve?” Arlow suggested.
“To new friends,” Yarrow said.
“New friends,” they agreed. Their glasses clinked merrily.”
― March McCarron, Division of the Marked

“Don’t,” her knee narrowly missed connecting with his groin, “call me woman.”
He smiled at her—his blood-stained teeth stark against his soot darkened face.“Why?” She punched him in the jaw and he reeled, but stayed upright.“Did the Chiona steal your gender as well as your likability?”
― March McCarron, Division of the Marked

“Love has nothing to do with the object-thank goodness, as we, none of us, really deserve it. To love is a skill-it is to see with tender eyes. To render that which you see dear, not because of its inherent value, but because of your appreciation of it.”
― March McCarron, Division of the Marked