Pjot

“I don’t want to rest,” I whispered. “I want you to let me out.” His yellow eyes softened. “Soon, my dear.”
― Rachel Gillig, Two Twisted Crowns

“The same calloused thumb that had slid over my knuckles in Ravyn’s chamber caught the tear on my cheek—dragged it away. It was gone in a moment. His voice drifted past my ear. “Come.”
― Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window

“You’ll be here in the morning?” This is what she’s always asked me on bad nights. Like she wanted to make sure I wouldn’t drop too far into my sadness. So far I wouldn’t come back. “Where else would I be?” is what I’ve always responded with as my hand slides over her damp hair. Because I will be.”
― Elsie Silver, Powerless

“Then Ravyn stomped, full force, on the High Prince’s hand. A sickening snap echoed through the yard, followed by Hauth’s brutal scream.”
― Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window