Bayli

“For a vicious moment, Andrew thought about slipping his fingers into Thomas's cut. Taking hold of his rib and breaking it. Pulling the soft crumbling bone from his chest and sewing it into his own. They'd be forever together, rib against rib, fused in gore and bone and adoration.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“Molly's not a magician - that's Schmendrick - and she's not magically glorious, like a unicorn. She's just Molly, and her toes hurt whenever there's a storm coming, and I love her.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Way Home: Two Novellas from the World of The Last Unicorn

“He knew that in the years to come, even when they were old and gray and their spines were bent by the weight of time, he would remember her as she was in that moment, with a couple of stray yellow flowers in her hair, her lips parted. He stood still, holding the moment against his heart. Then she turned her head and smiled at him.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Beautiful Ones

“Some days - some early mornings - when the wind smells of blossoms I'll never see, and there are fawns playing in the misty orchards, and you're yawning and mumbling and scratching your head, and growling that we'll see rain before nightfall, and probably hail as well, on such mornings I wish with all my heart that we could both live forever, and I think you were a great fool to give it up.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Way Home: Two Novellas from the World of The Last Unicorn