Val

“You grew strong over those years, and fast, until your body was no longer something you wore but something you wielded, and Lord, what a weapon it became.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“I don't care how dark the world is for you. I'll hold out my hand until you find it, and I won't let go.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“The girl was dead. If her lifeless body had not confirmed it, then it would have been made clear by the horrible scream of the Fate who held her in his arms. The story curse was familiar with pain, but this was agony, the sort of raw grief that was only seen once in a century. The Fate was every tear that anyone had ever shed for lost love. He was pain given form.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“It was strange, Andrew thought, how when something moved in the dark, everyone’s first instinct was to go inside and hide under the covers. As if monsters couldn’t open doors and crawl into bed with you.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let The Forest In