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“He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars. (...) For that was what scars were, weren’t they? A remembrance of moments dark.”
― Hafsah Faizal, We Hunt the Flame

“He knew the weight of anguish that could drown a city in sand. He knew that look, that feeling. To watch a loved one suffer. To know one could have done so much but can now do nothing at all. It was the feeling that made him stop feeling.”
― Hafsah Faizal, We Hunt the Flame

“He still took her breath away. As he slid from his horse, he was magnificent. Resplendent. Without a doubt, the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. And then he spoke.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to Be Wicked

“أبي لم يكن يبتسم، ربما كان يبتسم، قليلاً، نادرًا، إن ابتسم تبعث ابتسامته الرضى في قلبي، لكن شرر الذكاء المتطاير من عينه لا يوقظ سوى الرعبي فيّ. لن أكون بمستوى ذكائه أبدًا، مهما تعلمت.”
― جوخة الحارثي, Celestial Bodies