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

“Now she was there, real and solid, and he wanted to die without her and wanted to live for her.”
― 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

“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