Sammy

“Instead of going for my arms, he twists, grabbing ahold of the backs of my thighs so I lose my leverage and our bodies careen into a roll. He comes out on top. Of course he does.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Hi,” said Altan Trengsin. “What was that about losers and rejects?”
― R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

“The Italian would arrive at dusk, with a gardenia in his buttonhole,”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Don’t be simple, Crespi.” She smiled. “I wouldn’t marry you even if I were dead.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude