Ya Litterature Quotes

“He thrust his shoulders back and spoke in a whisper that sounded like the hiss of a snake.
‘Yes, the very battle between good and evil, played out even in the lowliest of lives like yours. Witches killing dogs because they did not get their favourite drink.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Raya knew this type of girl – they never liked her. Usually they’d make fun of her, behind her back, but loud enough for her to hear. She was too alternative, too poor and too cynical – the foster kid – to be of any interest to these social climbers.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Like water around rocks, people streamed around them as though this sort of interaction, noisy and involving foreigners, was nothing unusual.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“What I have in each moment is enough: breath, life, those I love… At least, most of them.” 
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― Tricia Copeland, To be a Fae Guardian

“Maybe not to us, but to humans. And Sonia… She is something entirely different now, and we have no idea how much power she controls or what she means to do with it.”
― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen

“I am not of age to marry, so there will be no such thing. Tonight is about celebrating our victory.”
― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen

“My crystals call to me. You cannot leave without counting your crystals, the internal voice beckons. No. I retaliate against the thought. Garrison, Bryce, Thornton, and Rigel are gone, counting the crystals will not bring them back.”
― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen

“He stares wide eyed as I finish. “I have never heard of such magick.” 
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― Tricia Copeland, To be a Fae Guardian

“You are the Queen. You get to decide what is best for you and this kingdom.” 
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― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen

“After hearing the boy scream, the cats formed their pyramid in front of the glass door. Belle turned the handle while Harry and the others pushed the door open. They scrambled in and searched the room and small bathroom and shower. Bombarded with the boy’s scent, the cats continued to search. He had to be somewhere. A knock on the door startled the animals. Belle ran to the door and sniffed. “Food,” she whispered. “Must be for the boy.” “We must find that boy,” Harry said. “If the human enters, they will find us. Quickly, everyone, show time!” One-by-one, the cats crawled under the bed sheet and maneuvered between the opened books. “Just as in The Catman’s act,” Curry said, trying not to snicker. “Hush!” Belle scolded. Two moved upward, two downward, two to the right, and three to the left. Belle and Harry crouched in the middle. Allie crawled to the pillow and poked out her back and head. With her ears lowered, only her straggling black hair could be seen.”
― Mary K. Savarese, The Girl In The Toile Wallpaper

“The twisted limbs of the woods outside cast eerie shadows through the translucent ceiling above, while the flowers scattered all around, bright, and vibrant, filled the space with light. It felt as if I’d stepped into a world of both life and death; a dance of the macabre, of that which is real, and that which lies beyond.”
― D.M. Simmons, Ravel

“When the tornado dwindled, a bolt of lightning streamed from Master Joroku’s sleeve. It wrapped around Patrick as if a noose. A flash and Patrick was yanked from Lyly’s arms. Patrick faded into the darkness then reappeared as a black mist. No wait … a cat! A black cat with glowing copper eyes. Joroku swiped his hand along the floor and Lyly’s feet jerked out from under her. She hovered delicately for only a moment over the paper. As Joroku moved his hands, Lyly spun as freely as a spinning wheel. Several times she twirled. As if with no friction, Lyly spun faster and faster. Joroku pounded his hand into the air and Lyly was sucked into the cloth paper. Lyly was gone.”
― Mary K. Savarese, The Girl In The Toile Wallpaper

“Every challenge we’ve faced…every turn life has thrown at us…I’m reminded of the lessons I learned in those stories. Lessons of fate and destiny and how the impossible is worth fighting for, no matter how long it takes. But the biggest thing I learned,” he paused and swallowed, “and also, the most relevant…is that in all of the universe, there is only one moon. And you, Alaina Elizabeth Thomas, are my moon. You are my destiny. You are, my Arabian Nights. I am so thankful that in all the stories of the world, you chose to be mine.”
― D.M. Simmons, Ravel

“Despite the intensity of the moment, I felt no fear, and when I looked down, I knew why. Lisa had grabbed my hand in hers, and locked her eyes on me, stoic, in that moment of terror; eyes filled with neither panic nor worry, but beautiful acquiescence, as a silent apology passed between us. It filled me with love and peace as our friendship flashed before my eyes, and then everything went dark, and silent.”
― D.M. Simmons, Ravel

“This love was perfect. And our future would be, too. To hell with any monsters that dared rear their heads.”
― D.M. Simmons, Ravel

“Tyler knelt and rummaged through the empty waste basket.  He frowned. No glasses and no gum. “Wait a minute…” He walked up to the hanging toile and stared at it. What’s going on this looks like Aunt Meg’s wallpaper… Tyler stepped closer. He rubbed his hand over the paper and nothing happened. As he tried to pull the paper from the wall, two smaller greenish hands grabbed Tyler’s leg and pulled.”
― Mary K. Savarese, The Girl In The Toile Wallpaper

“Given what you went through and to be standing here now…I’d say you’re stronger than you even know.”
“Why do you have such faith in me?”
“I’ve always believed in you. You just have to believe in yourself. If there is something in your mind that you’ve forgotten and need to remember, you’re going to find it.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because you,” he smiled. “Us. We are the light. There is nothing brighter.”
― D.M. Simmons, Ravel

“No matter how happy I was, I couldn’t ignore the feeling that things were too good to be true. We’d fought to be where we are. We deserved to be happy after everything we’d gone through. So why did it feel like something was out there, threatening to break my world apart, all over again?”
― D.M. Simmons, Ravel

“I should’ve known, however, that everything’s eventual. Including friendships, we think are unbreakable, no matter the glue that’s holding them together.”
― D.M. Simmons, Ravel