Isabel G

“Dance with me', he says. There is a longing in his voice, and loss, and she thinks, perhaps, it is the end, of this, of them. A game finally played out. A war with no winners. And so she agrees to dance. There is no music, but it does not matter. When she takes his hand, she hears the melody, soft and soothing in her head. Not a song, exactly, but the sound of the woods in summer, the steady hush of the wind through the fields. And as he pulls her close, she hears a violin, low and mournful, along the Seine. His hand slides through hers, and there is the steady murmur of the seaside. The symphony soaring through Munich. Addie leans her head against his shoulder, and hears the rain falling in Villon, the brass band ringing in an L.A. lounge, and the ripple of a saxophone thorugh the open windows on Bourbon.”
― V. E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“She had given up everything for duty, even her life. But this... this she couldn't sacrifice, not even to safe the world. With his arms around her, his mouth on hers, his warmth and strength surrounding her, she knew she wasn't strong enough to walk away from him.”
― Annette Marie, Dark Tempest

“Sometimes, beauty and sadness went hand in hand.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter

“Because you are more to me now. Because you keep secrets like a kami and I’m curious what you hide. Because you are lonely and scared and I don’t understand why. Because you trust me when you know you shouldn’t. Because I believe you when you say you will keep your word.”
― Annette Marie, Red Winter