Opal

“Raistlin's lip curled in a sneer. "How does that thread weave into the grand design?"

"As do all threads," Astinus said. "Look at the rug beneath your feet. Were you to turn the rug over, you would see what appears to be a confused tangle of many-colored strands of thread. But look at the rug from the top—the strands are neatly, tightly woven, merged together to form a strong fabric. Oh, it is frayed a bit at the corners, but—overall—it has worn well.”
― Margaret Weis, Dragons of Summer Flame

“Don’t you understand? When you’re standing on their side, you’re the bizarre genius, the miraculous hero, the force of the rebellion, the flower that blooms alone. But the second your voice differs from theirs, you’ve lost your mind, you’ve ignored morality, you’ve walked the crooked path.”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“It was not that such labor scared me—being a maid had always filled me with purpose. Cleaning was so necessary, whether you lived as a prince or a pauper, the work seemed to me almost sacred. It was only—I could no longer accept how I would be treated.”
― Jordan Ifueko, The Maid and the Crocodile

“Sitting comfortably on an old vehicle uniframe in scuffed up boots and a long hoodie so holey it should take up religion.”
― Jordan Kurella, Glitter + Ashes: Queer Tales of a World That Wouldn’t Die