Mari

“Sospesa nella notte, con le torri immerse nella Via Lattea, una formidabile cittadella galleggiava al di sopra della foresta senza nulla che la collegasse al resto del mondo. Era uno spettacolo da pazzi, un enorme formicaio espulso dalla terra, un intreccio tortuoso di torrioni, ponti, feritoie, scale, archi rampanti e comignoli. La città innevata si ergeva sopra un fossato ad anello che la circondava gelosamente, i cui deflussi dell’acqua si erano ghiacciati nel vuoto. Disseminata di finestre e lampioni, rifletteva le sue mille e una luce sullo specchio di un lago. La torre più alta arpionava la falce di luna.”
― Dabos Christelle

“I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?”
“Perhaps,” Achilles admitted.
I listened and did not speak. Achilles’ eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights