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“My shop, like my poisons, was too cleverly disguised. No man would find this place; it was buried deep behind a cupboard wall at the base of a twisted alleyway in the darkest depths of London.”
― Sarah Penner, The Lost Apothecary

“So, you’re saying I should throw this away?” I raise my eyebrows and nod toward the glass in my hand. “Yes.” “All right.” I shrug. Smile. And then splash the contents of the glass into his face. “Any other requests, husband?”
― Neva Altaj, Ruined Secrets

“Liam had given me a flower. A simple fucking flower, and my world tilted. It was the first time any man had given me flowers. It was the stupidest thing for me to obsess over, but this tiny yellow plant suddenly meant the world to me. I hated the way my stomach flipped as I glanced at it in my hand. Gabby got flowers, not me—never me.”
― Amber V. Nicole, The Book of Azrael

“Even that was overwhelming for a few long moments: he was the joins of the wooden furniture, he was the skitter of mouse-feet in the gaps between walls, he was mirrors and clocks and dried herbs hung in the rafters and the charms for safety laid around every fireplace.”
― Freya Marske, A Marvellous Light