Shira Behore > Quotes

“It’s strange how a raging heart can blister and burn, and in a single moment, suddenly turn to ice.”
― Shira Behore, My Brother's Spare

“To be eternally trapped in a dream or to never be able to dream at all.” He murmured under his breath, gloved hands stilling on a paper toward the end of the pile. “I wonder which would be more miserable.”
― Shira Behore, My Brother's Spare

“Sleep had not been a friend of mine since I was a child, for when I slept, I dreamt, and it was in my dreams that the masked man waited and watched.”
― Shira Behore, My Brother's Spare

“People didn’t commission Alias Black to commit murder—no, it was more like paying the devil himself to crawl out from underneath the cobblestones and drag unfortunate souls back with him to hell.”
― Shira Behore, My Brother's Spare

“Sleep had not been a friend of mine since I was a child. For when I slept, I dreamt, and it was in my dreams that the masked man waited and watched.”
― Shira Behore

“I had never been soft like my mother, her tender words spun of gossamer and silk. No, my words were more reminiscent of iron and ice, of brittling brick and crashing waves. My father knew that well, and while his love for me never faltered, he was wary. Worried of where the raging embers in my bones would lead me.”
― Shira Behore, My Brother's Spare