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“When I was very young, with eyes scarcely open and ears still floppy, I heard the beautiful call of an unknown creature. Its voice danced and spun in mysterious loops, brilliant like ice as a cold dawn broke. I was sure that the creature was as large as a fox to master such a powerful voice.
I had searched for it with Pirie by my side; I had listened for it from the night he’d vanished.
I finally found it as I left the land of the furless, on the branch of a tree near a guttering brightglobe, right on the edges of the Snarl. My tail drooped with disappointment: it was only a bird — a small, round creature with a red bib at its throat.
Pirie’s voice in my head. Why are you sad?
I watched the ball of feathers as it flitted from the tree. “I thought I would see a powerful thing,” I said to no one. “I thought it was something special.”
My brother’s voice was fading as the bird escaped from sight. Perhaps it is, he murmured”
― Inbali Iserles, The Taken

“Il était mon foyer, mais je n’étais pas le sien.”
― 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

“I came to training because I knew he'd have forbidden it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames