Emmie

“My body had always been strong—and ever just enough. But whatever my soul was made of was frail. Like birch bark, like gossamer, like the wings of a moth.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“Which is more intricate?” he mused. “The designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men?” My hammer collided with a chunk of granite. “What is either to the intricacies of women, who reach both?”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“If I am wonderful and wretched for learning the truth of the Omens, your hands are marked by the blood of my metamorphosis.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“I am a battlefield of admiration.” He nodded at the horizon. “I cannot decide which I like best. The sunrise, or the sunset. They are like life, and her quiet companion, death.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth