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“But at night, that light starts to slowly wane. It’s like Daisy Calloway is powered by the sun.”
― Krista Ritchie, Hothouse Flower

“I know how your rage can light a thunderstorm or flood a town; so if there's ever blood on your hands again, I want it to be mine.”
― Yves Olade

“You look like you’ve eaten the sun, like
you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it.”
― Yves Olade, Bloodsport

“So I pointed at the sun ascending in the horizon. Just as the darkened sky began to lighten. "Keep your eyes there."
Her green ones flickered to me before following my finger. Her pulse picked up speed. "And what happens when it disappears?"
I would've loved to tell her that it never would. That no matter where we were the sun would always be present. But it wouldn't have been true.
The only thing we could count on was that the sun would rise again.
"Wait for it to return," I told her.
She gave me the saddest smile I'd ever fucking seen. "That's an awfully long time."
For some people, I knew a minute could seem like an infinity. So maybe one night seemed like forever to Daisy.
"Hey, Calloway," I said softly, tucking a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear, one that escaped her pony.
"Hey," she whispered back.
"You ready to feel your fucking heart burst out of your chest?"
Her features illuminated tenfold. And she said quietly, "Yes.”
― Krista Ritchie, Long Way Down