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“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I will render you as you really were, neither cast in pristine stained glass or unholy fire. I will make you into nothing more than a man, tender and brutal in equal measure, and perhaps in doing so I will justify myself to you. To my own haunted conscience.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“What is more lovely, after all, than a monster undone with want?”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“Even loneliness, hollow and cold, becomes so familiar it starts to feel like a friend.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood