Spring's Arcana Quotes

“What was normal, indeed? Especially for a girl raised in a little yellow house by a divinity, a girl the cats talked to, a girl who was dressed by Coco and who danced with Jay, a girl who took a ride in a flying van, or a low-slung black car driven by a god of gangsters and thieves? A girl who had basically told Officer Friendly, with the fleshy bulbs on his forehead and his big pink nose, to fuck off?
A girl who had played Scrabble with the god of cowboys and ridden a big black horse-motorcycle to this magical fucking desert too. Couldn't forget that.”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Spring's Arcana

“The girl's body dropped into the rhythm of a canter —and what girl doesn't love a horse, doesn't already know how to ride? The knowledge lurks in them, breath and bone, part of an ancient copact between big grazing beasts and the women who patiently tamed them, knowing brutality might work for a short while but true partnership can never be forced.”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Spring's Arcana

“Everyone was nice when they wanted something from you —was it a divinity thing, or just a basic natural fact?”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Spring's Arcana

“They stared at each other, mobster and girl, Nat trembling with what couldn't be anger, because good girls weren't supposed to feel rage, were they? Society, not to mention the sisters at school, were both very clear on that point indeed, and Mom...”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Spring's Arcana

“Divine boys were just like human ones, and why should that surprise her? The toxic masculinity went all the way to the top. Of-fucking-course it did.”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Spring's Arcana

“Concrete arteries brought prosperity, like the historical iron horses galloping from coast to coast over the graves of the indigenous, but they were also digestive pathways, and a whole lot of shit ran off them.”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Spring's Arcana

“A place of literary canon wasn't a guarantee unless you tapped into something deeper, and Jay's longing was drawn from the deepest well of all...”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Spring's Arcana

“Yaga de Winter was her own private joke; the old country loved literature a little too well.”
― Lilith Saintcrow, Spring's Arcana