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“the noise of the city like music around him, full harmony and dissonance, rhythm and clash. It was layered and layered until the melody tipped into discord, the wonder turning to distress.”
― V.E Schwab

“Holland was already broken. It showed, not in the scars, but in the way he spoke, the way he held himself in the face of pain, too well acquainted with its shape and scale. He was a man hollowed out long before Osaron, a man with no fear and no hope and nothing to lose.”
― V.E. Schwab

“truth wasn’t the same thing as fact. It was personal.”
― V.E Schwab