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“Hecate watched the maelstrom of thoughts flash through his mind. The past. The feel of her soft skin, the press of her naked flesh, their mutual need. Hands running through hair, lifting, entangling. The present. Cypress and wind; fire and union in the void.
The future. Red flowers clinging to a tree that rose from the field of gray, branches entwining through others' branches. Red, ripe fruit hung on interlocked boughs. Radiating out from the tree came soft grasses and flowers that spread over immeasurable ground. Hecate imparted in three voices what she saw. "Embrace and cherish these visions, Aidoneus. They belong to both of you.”
― Rachel Alexander, Receiver of Many

“Let's have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“You’re shaking,” he said.
“I’m not used to people trying to kill me.”
“Really? I hardly notice anymore.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

“I love my parents' murderer; I suppose I could love anyone.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince