Abby

“Love has nothing to do with the object-thank goodness, as we, none of us, really deserve it. To love is a skill-it is to see with tender eyes. To render that which you see dear, not because of its inherent value, but because of your appreciation of it.”
― March McCarron, Division of the Marked

“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
― Bob Marley

“What shall we do now?" he asked.
"Something very dreadful," she said,her voice sour."Ask Arlow Bowlerham for the name of a dressmaker.”
― March McCarron, Division of the Marked

“Don’t,” her knee narrowly missed connecting with his groin, “call me woman.”
He smiled at her—his blood-stained teeth stark against his soot darkened face.“Why?” She punched him in the jaw and he reeled, but stayed upright.“Did the Chiona steal your gender as well as your likability?”
― March McCarron, Division of the Marked