Reilly Ingleson

“Never walk alone at night, they tell you, if you're a girl.
And it isn't fair.
Because the night is when the world is quiet.
The night is when the air is clear. The night is wild and welcoming and Alice lets her head fall back, until all she sees is the sky, not black, as it should be, given the time, but a twisting tapestry of blue.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“The world will try to make you small. It will tell you to be modest, and meek. But the world is wrong. You should get to feel and love and live as boldly as you want.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“And here is the awful thing about belief. It is a current, like compulsion. Hard to forge when it goes against your will, but easy enough when it carries you the way you want to go.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“What?” she said, without meeting his eye. “Not everything is a trap.” The words made something tug behind her ribs. At being watched, but more so, at being seen. “Am I that easy to read?” “No,” he said simply. “But I like to think I’m learning.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Fragile Threads of Power