Ange

“You needed to forget. But I needed to remember. As I was tortured, it was your voice that kept me sane. Your face that filled my days and nights. I was in a dark room – but I had another, in my memories. The dark room that we shared in Paris. I could go there whenever I wanted. My torturers did what they pleased with my body, but I paid them no heed, with my gift to console me. In my dreams, I was still in your arms.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Dark Mirror

“His gaze returned to me, the needle of a compass settling on north. I tried to iron out my breathing.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Dark Mirror

“For two centuries, my existence was stagnant. I was a shade in Magdalen, following the same paths each night.’ He brushed the tear away. ‘And then you came, angel of vengeance.’ I clung to his shirt. He lifted me on to the counter, and I draped my arms around his neck. ‘The night you left Oxford, I watched my prison burn,’ he said softly, eyes locked on mine. ‘You were in that fire – your wrath, your strength, your refusal to be tamed. And when it finally went out, the world lay absolutely still, just as it did before you came. For some, there is safety in stillness, in certainty. But you have ruined me for stillness, Paige Mahoney.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Dark Mirror

“As he guided me from the cellar, I glanced back at Arcturus. He watched me like I was a sunrise.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Dark Mirror