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“May she wander but always return home, may all her words be written true, may every door lie open before her.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

“everyone loves a strong woman
until that woman
no longer tolerates their bullshit.
-the age-old proverb”
― Amanda Lovelace, Flower Crowns and Fearsome Things

“And then Just like the seashells,  I’ll keep picking my shattered self Off of the shore.”
― Tejaswini Divya Naik, Smokes And Whiskey

“Close your eyes," he said into her ear. "Come with me." She did so, and suddenly she saw what he saw. She was the wind, the clouds gathering in the smoky sky, the thick snow of deep winter. She was nothing. She was everything. The power gathered somewhere in the space between them, between her flickers of awareness. There is no magic. Things are. Or they are not. She was beyond wanting anything. She didn't care whether she lived or died. She could only feel; the gathering storm, the breath of the wind.”
― Katherine Arden, The Girl in the Tower