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“I'm broken. I like to break things. Sometimes I want to break you."
"Then break me Jacks.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“Jacks had always considered himself more of a sadist than a masochist. He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave the shadows of Evangeline’s bedroom.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“I used to fear it
meant that I had no real choices. Then I secretly hoped fate was real and
that you and I were fated, that by some miraculous chance I was your true
love. But now I don’t care if fate is real—because I don’t need it to decide
for me. I don’t need it to make this choice. I’ve made my decision, Jacks.
It’s you. It will always be you, until the end of time. And I’ll fight fate or
anyone else who tries to tear us apart- including you. You are my choice.
You are my love. You are mine. And you are not going to be the end of me,
Jacks.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“This isn’t just for now, it’s for always, Little Fox.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“And he loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her so much he’d rewritten history.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“I am a monster, but whether you remember it or not, I’m your monster, Evangeline.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“I already told you. You are the love of my life. You are mine, Jacks of the Hollow. And you’re not going to be the end of me.” “But you were dying.” “No,” she said, a little embarrassed. “I just forgot to breathe.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“For anyone who has ever hoped for a second chance.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“She was the moth and Jacks was still the flame.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“She tried to pull away, but Jacks held tight, knotting her hair in his fist and keeping his forehead pressed to hers. "Please, Little Fox, remember.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“How would she find her herd? How would she find you?”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

“When I write this in bed, I can almost hear the echo of the wind over the sand, or the groans of wooden panels around me. I can almost smell the dustiness of the camel, taste the bitterness of saltbush. And when I dream, your warm hands cover my shoulders. Your whispers carry stories and sound like the rustle of spinifex. I still wear that ring, you know... at night, when no one is watching.”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

“Right then, and at every moment since you’d left me, all I could think about was you. I wanted you in that apartment. I wanted your arms around me, your face close to mine. I wanted your smell. And I knew I couldn’t—shouldn’t—have it. That’s what I hated most. The uncertainty of you. You’d kidnapped me, put my life in danger … but I loved you, too.”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

“You nodded towards the cup. "Want
more?"
I shook my head. "What about the car?"
"Didn't find it. You were heading back towards me when I
found you."
"Towards . . . ?"
You nodded. "So I reckoned the car had probably got stuck
or died somehow, and you were just coming home."
"Home?"
"Yeah." Your mouth twitched. "Back to me.”
― Lucy Christopher