Book Dragon

“Elnoreth of Hindal clutch, expert flyer and messenger for gargoyle kind, flailed wildly as he violently collided with the very glow that had saved him. A glow that came from a candle, that lived within a lantern. That was held by a human girl, whose dark eyes were wide as the moon just before he barreled into her.”
― C.K. Beggan, Snow-Swept: A Gargoyle Novelette

“Name one hero who was happy."
I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
"I swear it," he echoed.
We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
"I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles