Kaz

“The plague doctor pivots, raises themself slightly on the arch of a heel as they lean in, their voice warm against the skin of my ear. There is a grin in their next words, a texturing of teeth bared, feral.

"How do you kill any religion? You convince its flock that their shepherds are wolves".

"And how do you plan to do that?"

"We find a Judas goat".”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“But my kind do not die until we are killed or until we relent to be consumed. I have forever. I will make this right again.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“Bury me, my love, and take a lock of my hair with you. Carry me through the centuries. I think I'd like to share, just a little, in what immortality is like.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“A whipped dog is not happy to see its owner, it is merely counting the hours until the next torment.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy