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“And bring me back that knife,” she added. “It’s my favorite one.”
Kell shook his head, and freed the blade from where it had lodged in the wood. “They’re all your favorite.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“Then why are you smiling?” “Because,” she said, “bad ideas are my favorite kind.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“Next time I walk away,” she whispered into his skin, “come with me.” She let her gaze drift up to his throat, his jaw, his lips. “When this is all over, when Osaron is gone and we’ve saved the world again, and everyone else gets their happily ever after, come with me.”
“Lila,” he said, and there was so much sadness in his voice, she suddenly realized she didn’t want to hear his answer, didn’t want to think of all the ways their story could end, of the chance that none of them would make it out alive, intact. She didn’t want to think beyond this boat, this moment, so she kissed him, deeply, and whatever he was going to say, it died on his lips as they met hers.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“What are we drinking to?"
"The living," said Rhy.
"The dead," said Alucard and Lila at the same time.
"We're being thorough," added Rhy.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light