Lyra

“Loving people. That's a fucking flaw if you want to be a hero. Being willing to give your life for someone is all well and good but it means sooner or later you'll give your life for someone and that'll be the end of the story. Heroes can't afford for that to happen.”
― Phoenicia Rogerson, Herc

“He sat, smoothing the wide legs of his trousers and hiding a smile. Glancing up through his lashes, he studied first Pjerin then Olina. The duc, in his late twenties, was a powerfully built man whose height made him appear deceptively slender. His aunt, eleven years older, was a slender woman who radiated power. He wore his thick black hair tied back at the nape of his neck with a bit of leather. She wore hers in one heavy braid wrapped around her head like an ebony crown. He smouldered. She flamed. They were both tall, and dark, and beautiful, and Albek loved to watch them fight.”
― Tanya Huff, Sing the Four Quarters

“What will you tell them?'
'I will tell them nothing.' The answer came with no hesitation, clear and crisp.
'It is not for them to say what I will do.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“You have always been the worst of my children,’ he said. ‘Be sure to not dishonor me.’
‘I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when
you count your children, leave me out.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe