Corbeau

“We are killers, you and I', he said. 'Killers one, killers all. And each death we bring is a prayer. An offering to Our Lady of Blessed Murder. Death as a mercy. Death as a warning. Death as an end unto itself. All of these, ours to know and gift unto the world. The wolf does not pity the lamb. The storm begs no forgiveness of the drowned.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“For this scribe has read a great many of these accounts and taken away another lesson: that to be a woman is to have your story misremembered. Discarded. Twisted.”
― S.A. Chakraborty, The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi

“I’m not sure I ever stopped being a nakhudha,” I finally replied. “Our hearts may be spoken for by those with sweet eyes, little smiles, and so very many needs, but that does not mean that which makes us us is gone. And I hope . . . part of me hopes anyway that in seeing me do this, Marjana knows more is possible. I would not want her to believe that because she was born a girl, she cannot dream.”
― S.A. Chakraborty, The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi

“Death had been her curse and her gift and her friend for these long, long years. She was happy to greet it again under the golden morning sun.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash