Aaliyah Hix

“Irid,” Andarna whispers. “Yes. I remember now. That is what my kind are called. I am an irid scorpiontail.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“He barked a rough, uncomfortable chuckle. “Open it before you give me that look. It could be a terrible gift.” I obliged, and all I could do was sit there and blink at what was revealed, utterly stunned. Inside the box was a golden necklace in a bed of black silk. The back of it was an elegant thread of gold, which then widened into a beautiful, tangled mass of glimmering butterflies. Their wings were so perfectly crafted I could have sworn they quivered— the metal so delicate that it seemed like light refracted through it. Glinting vines and thorns and familiar blossoms twined between them, weaving them into a wild landscape. On closer inspection, I saw that there was one snake nestled in between it all, small and unassuming, curling off to one side.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“We had stepped out of the cottage into this wall of humid heat, and Max had immediately announced, “I am not even remotely made for this.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds

“Promise me that you will keep fighting your battles even if I lose mine. I stood with her, only her, until the end of our stories. But I refused to allow hers to be a retelling of mine. She deserved better than a lifetime of bloodstained hands and a tale with a bitter ending crafted from Reshaye’s terrible acts. She deserved epics. And I loved her so damned much that I would fulfill the promise I made to her, even if it became the hardest thing I ever did.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds