Blackpines Quotes

“I love you,” Maya whispers.

Lucía glances back at Maya. Their eyes catch, and they both smile, secrets kept between their lips, inside jokes still caught in their gaze.

“I love you, too.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Overcrowded Heart

“P stands for parents and paradoxes.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Overcrowded Heart

“No one is going to laugh, right?”

“Laugh about what?” Lucía comes around the front of the truck, pulling her hair free of its band.

Harper stares at him, genuinely confused.

Mason lets out a choked laugh. “My awkward body.”

Lucía’s brow furrows, amusement and skepticism etched into her expression. She shakes her head and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Everyone looks awkward with their clothes off.”

“Hey,” Maya barks, standing a little taller and tossing Nova’s messy forelock over one eye. “I look good. Well, normally.”

Lucía grins. “Okay, but is this the moment to point that out?”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Overcrowded Heart

“Happinesses, I don’t think they have to be mutually exclusive.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Overcrowded Heart

“Jude was not human before she met Maya. She was a changeling, a facsimile: something that only ever looked human, but never knew what human felt like. So, of course, Maya ruined her. She took Jude’s hollow bones and filled them with thoughts and emotions like lead, so that she fell down to earth—so that she couldn’t fly away anymore.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Overcrowded Heart

“Now you’re a woman, and all my calluses have worn off.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Overcrowded Heart

“Inside, it’s cool and grey. Dreary. A place for ghosts. She can picture them—still standing at the assembly line, ground down by punch cards and double-shifts.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Overcrowded Heart

“Pink-rimmed, silver clouds billowing across a purple sunset, bleeding into a night sky flecked with glow-in-the-dark stars and a great, white moon—her childhood bedroom, back in Blackpines. Her mother had painted a princess, sitting in the moon’s crescent curve, her curly black hair catching stardust. The princess looked like her.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Overcrowded Heart