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  • #1
    Tamsyn Muir
    “One flesh, one end, bitch.”
    Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

  • #2
    Tamsyn Muir
    “I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it”
    Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

  • #3
    Tamsyn Muir
    “Her adept said: "I'll keep it off you. Nav, show them what the Ninth House does."

    Gideon lifted her sword. The construct worked itself free of its last confines of masonry and rotten wood and heaved before them, flexing itself like a butterfly.

    "We do bones, motherfucker," she said.”
    Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

  • #4
    Victoria Schwab
    “March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #5
    Victoria Schwab
    “They are a sea of strangers, unfamiliar faces in unfamiliar clothes, with unfamiliar voices, calling unfamiliar words.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #6
    Victoria Schwab
    “Want is for children. If this were want, I would be rid of you by now. I would have forgotten you centuries ago,” he says, a bitter loathing in his voice. “This is need. And need is painful but patient. Do you hear me, Adeline? I need you. As you need me. I love you, as you love me.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #7
    Victoria Schwab
    “The gods are greedy.”
    V.E. Schwab

  • #8
    Victoria Schwab
    “Don’t be ridiculous. Eighteen is old enough to vote, twenty-one is old enough to drink, but thirty is old enough to make decisions.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #9
    Victoria Schwab
    “There’s no way to un-know the fact that someone is dying. It eats away all the normal, and leaves something wrong and rotten in its place.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #10
    Victoria Schwab
    “The first mark she left upon the world, long before she knew the truth, that ideas are so much wilder than memories, that they long and look for ways of taking root”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #11
    Victoria Schwab
    “And there in the dark, he asks if it was really worth it.
    Were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow?
    Were the moments of beauty worth the year of pain?
    And she turns her head, and looks at him, and says 'Always.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #12
    Victoria Schwab
    “Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #13
    Victoria Schwab
    “Even rocks wear away to nothing.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #14
    Victoria Schwab
    “If a person cannot leave a mark, do they exist?”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #15
    Victoria Schwab
    “History is a thing designed in retrospect.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #16
    Victoria Schwab
    “I remember you.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #17
    Victoria Schwab
    “She said no, and learned how much the word was worth.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #18
    Victoria Schwab
    “They've left his heart too open. Forgotten to close back up the armor of his chest. And now he feels... too much.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #19
    Malinda Lo
    “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to have nothing keeping you attached to the ground?”
    Malinda Lo, Last Night at the Telegraph Club

  • #20
    Malinda Lo
    “Perhaps that was the most perverse part of this: the inside-outness of everything, as if denial would make it go away, when it only made the pain in her chest tighten, when it only made her emotions clearer.”
    Malinda Lo, Last Night at the Telegraph Club

  • #21
    “Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.”
    Julie Anne Peters, Keeping You a Secret



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