Sophie

“My house. My chair. My woman.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“You don't know shit from apple butter.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“Who knew? I had no idea that someone could be such a thorn in your foot during a death march and still be irresistibly attractive in some magical, undeniable way."
"So is this what people call sweet nothings? Because somehow, I expected it to be a little more...complementary.”
― Susan Ee, End of Days

“There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing