Heba Al-Wasity > Quotes

“Can we please refrain from discussing my… my clothing any more?
Certainly. Although I thought we were discussing the lack of it.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“Tank you, sir, but I’m not susceptible to flattery.
A dissimilarity we share. I am only susceptible to flattery.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“Oh, how I loathe you.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“You should be wary of how you are looking at me.
How am I looking a you?
Like you no longer loather me.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“What do you want to know?
From you? More and more. Everything.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“Must you wear that scent?
What scent?
The lavender. The perfume you’ve been using to interrupt my confessions.
If you are implying that I am using it to distract your con—
I am not implying it. I am stating it as fact.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“Are you well?
Depends. Are you willing to make me fell better?
Does that mean you are not well?
If you are unwilling to come into my bed, Miss Al-Sayer, then I strongly suggest you go to yours.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“How much further will you allow yourself to fall?
Until there is no distance left to fall.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“No one prayed to any of the Saints anymore. People wanted bread, not sacraments.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“I am not above retrieving that. And it would not be a hardship to do so, Leena. So be a good girl and hand it over now.
You would not dare.
Dare me.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“Will you call me Bram?
I am safe here, sir, on the other side.
And what side is that?
Where you are a formidable and uncompromising employer. And I a…
… ghost-seer.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“I cannot imagine the moral depraved task you will assign to me as your employee.
I tend to leave the depravity to myself.
To work under such a man—
No one said anything about you working under me.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“Is that why I found you half frozen in the ocean? Because you are afraid you will grieve my loss?
I would grieve it.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“Lavender. You still smell of it.
I’m sorry—
No, don’t be. I had never before known that I could crave a smell.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw