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“Don’t let go,” she whispered. Her hands were still between us, but she wasn’t pushing me away, they were simply resting on my pecs. If anything, she leaned in. “I’d forgotten what this felt like.”
“Being hugged?” My voice was sandpaper-rough.
“Being held together.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Last Letter

“To the ones who don’t run with the popular crowd, the ones who get caught reading under their desks, the ones who feel like they never get invited, included, or represented. Get your leathers. We have dragons to ride.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I can’t imagine that ever being true,” he murmured. “Because I want only you, Lilith. Whatever of you I can have. I’ll take one night. One hour. One minute. Whatever you want to give me. I’ll have it.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Whatever you need,” he said. “My blood. My books. My knowledge. Anything. It is yours.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses