Maykala

“I had apologized for long traffic lights, for changes in the weather, and most especially for other people’s mistakes and bad moods.”
― Pete Walker, Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving

“She did not feel the cold as she sank into a sea that had no bottom, no horizon, no surface. But she felt the burning. Immortality was not a serene youth. It was fire.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“She was power, and powerful, and full of little intricacies that he felt with a sudden thrill of fear he'd never fully know because it would be like counting stars, like naming grains of sand, and there could never possibly be enough time for any of it. He could feel all of her little fissures, the cracklings of fury and desperation underneath, and he reached up to tug her hair loose, letting it fall gently around her shoulders with a rose-scented sigh, her lips parting slowly. How many nights would it take to know her again, to know her at all? At least another, and another, and another. And then forever after that.”
― Olivie Blake, One for My Enemy

“She’s unbearable, really. But not in the way that makes it any easier to look away. No, everything about her is a bold sort of beauty, like a rose proudly displaying its thorns. She’s alluring in the way that most deadly things are. It’s captivating.”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless