justine ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“I tell you what, I can't help coming here to-morrow, I am a dreamer; I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now, as so rare, that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night, a whole week, a whole year.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White nights

“Rina gasped in shock and delight at what she saw. The walls of this room were lined with shelves upon shelves of books. There were books on the windowsill, books upon tables, upon chairs. The air smelled of paper and ink and dust. And she loved it.”
― Hafsa.A. Jawad, The Tales of Arcana Fortune

“Once you dreamed you were killing a boy in some distant city, and you woke to find your sword in your hand, the blade cutting down toward your squire’s upturned face, his eyes like grave dirt. He did not flinch or scream. He simply sat beneath the arc of your sword as if God Himself bade him be still. You wrenched the sword aside so belatedly that a soft lock of his hair fell to the dirt. You called him a fool and a child and many worse names. “I could have killed you,” you said, and he had answered, obscurely, “You never do.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“You, a stór, are everything that is right with the world. My world. With all the worlds.”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries