Chanlea Rose

“You two totally broke it, didn’t you?” Ridoc asks on the edge of laughter. “Like that armoire no one was supposed to notice getting hauled out of her room during first year?” “The what?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Did you love him?” he repeats. “Holy shit.” My hands fall from his jacket. “You’re actually jealous.” “Yes, love, I’m jealous.” He splays his hand over the small of my back and tugs me toward him. “I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands. So, when the prince of our realm walks into my classroom and starts talking to the woman I love with what can only be considered intense familiarity, and then has the audacity to ask her out right in front of me, naturally, I’m going to get jealous.” He brings our bodies flush.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Trystan rushed to make up an excuse, but Kingsley had awoken from his slumber in the small, gilded bed on the table beside his own. Don’t, he mouthed at the frog threateningly. But of course, he didn’t listen. Just held up a sign that read: Tornado. Edwin would serve frog legs tomorrow.”
― Hannah Nicole Maehrer, Apprentice to the Villain

“I have four uniforms, but only one fucking flight jacket, and I”—punch—“hate”—punch—“sewing!”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm