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“Il était mon foyer, mais je n’étais pas le sien.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Bone Season

“Jude certainly felt naive when she bowed to pray to her mother’s god, as silly as a little girl wishing on shooting stars, dandelions. What could he give her that hadn’t already been denied? Strength? Resilience? Mercy, maybe, if such a thing existed.”
― Yah-Yah Scholfield, On Sundays She Picked Flowers

“Tu as toujours cherché ta place parmi les autres, mais tu peux aussi devenir la colonne centrale de ton propre univers. Embrasser ton indépendance. Fais-le, et tu encourageras peut-être d’autres gens à le faire.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Bone Season

“They had thrown them all, mere children and a crumbling man, to the wolves.
So Nesta had become a wolf. Armed herself with invisible teeth and claws, and learned to strike faster, deeper, more lethally. Had relished it. But when the time came to put away the wolf, she’d found it had devoured her, too.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames