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“Tell me more about how you can’t understand faces. When did you realize that was a problem?” “With Naomi. Because I can understand her face.” “Why is that?” “Because…” She struggled for the words. They came haltingly. “She has… a larger soul.” “Pardon?” “Her soul isn’t just heavy as worlds, it’s large too. It spills onto her face. It’s in her scent and eyes and face; it cannot be ignored.”
― Casey Matthews, The One Who Eats Monsters

“I am from the black places and the Long Ago. I can kill anything that can die, and a few things that cannot.”
― Casey Matthews, The One Who Eats Monsters

“You see?” Ryn asked once they stood in the pool of darkness. “It’s empty.” “I see.” Her voice wasn’t quite as high or thin as before. “But how do you know before you’re in it?” “Because I’m from places where shadows aren’t empty. I know the difference.”
― Casey Matthews, The One Who Eats Monsters

“She’d never put words to it, but she believed most humans wanted laws—to feel safe from people with the wrong amount of money, the wrong color skin, the wrong religion or thoughts or words, and so they begged for them. They worshipped laws, because laws were how they puffed themselves up and pushed their foes into the mud. In one blink of Ryn’s eye, though, the laws turned around like tigers and mauled the ones who made them. It was idiotic, and she felt bad for Naomi’s father, because he had a principle; but there weren’t many like him. Most of their kind loved flags. Most deserved to choke on them.”
― Casey Matthews, The One Who Eats Monsters