Melia

“They stood up and were just about to flee the séance when the Marvelous Malau stood also, pointed directly at Morrigan, and declared in a sharp, ringing voice— “You breathed fire.” The laughter died in Morrigan’s throat. She faltered, eager to leave but seemingly rooted to the spot. Malau tilted his head to the side, a curious little frown creasing the spot between his eyes. “You breathed fire.” His voice was suddenly commanding and clear. There were no slurred consonants, no fumbled words. “Like a dragon. Did you enjoy it?” Morrigan blinked. She looked sideways at Hawthorne and then at Jupiter, who both appeared equally shocked. The séance circle had turned in their direction now and were all peering at Morrigan with great interest. Morrigan felt her face grow hot. She couldn’t, of course, admit to such a thing. “No. No, I never did that.” “Yes,” said Malau flatly. “You did.” How did he know? Perhaps the man wasn’t such a charlatan after all. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Morrigan insisted, in a voice as steely as she could make it. Jupiter stood up suddenly, his movements elegant and precise. He tilted his head and took a step closer, staring at her face. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he said.”
― Jessica Townsend, Wundersmith: The Calling of Morrigan Crow

“Death is boring. Life is much more fun. Things happen in life all the time. Unexpected things. Things you couldn’t possibly expect because they’re so very… unexpected.”
― Jessica Townsend, Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow

“Hope was a drug and Kiva, an addict.”
― Lynette Noni, The Prison Healer

“I'm not their slave," the man mutters.
"I am," I say. "That's why I killed Cato... and he killed Thresh... and he killed Clove... and she tried to kill me. It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the capitol. But I'm tired of being a piece in their games.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay