Cadmus Stan

“When they kissed, it was sure and deep, and the more she had, the more Tunuva wanted. Esbar drew her nails all the way down her spine. Tunuva groaned at the flare of smarting pleasure, the fire-tipped arrow it sent to her depths. While Esbar nipped at her ear, her jaw, Tunuva grasped her hair in answer, needing to hold all of her, draw this woman close enough to knit the sinew of their souls. She wanted to make love, slow and tender, and she wanted to be seized in passion - two sacred wants, as pressing as thirst, as radiant as the fruit. Though the war had come for them at last, there was still this. There would always be this.”
― Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night

“A picture came, unbidden, of a stranger crushing into her. Her body taken over, laden, stretching and filling beyond her control, growing a seed that unfurled in the darkness. She knew that bringing it into the light would rip a deep scar through her mind, even if she recovered in the body. It would all pull so hard on her line that it broke her, leaving her to sink. She had known for many years that she would not do it by choice.”
― Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night

“You are a sun to people like Canthe. It is your nature to warm all you see, and the sun does not ask forgiveness for shining.”
― Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night