Lucia

“Morgan is my name, and its origin true at least - “sea-born” by way of the Welsh tongue.”
― Sophie Keetch, Morgan Is My Name

“Forgive me, Liebchen. What I have said earlier is a lie. There's no such thing as "just" a story. A story is a form of magic. It changes you from the inside and you are never the same after. Once you know about other lives. So it's no wonder that King Aldred insisted on burning the books. People hurled entire libraries. Philosophy, poetry. Fables and fairy tales. Martyrs, those books. They shrieked as their pages blackened and curled. But the ideas inside them would not burn. Aided by sympathetic wind, the remnants rose up. They pressed themselves against woolen coats and stuck fast, shinning out like singed medals until the curious peeled them off and read each rebellion aloud— "calumny", "serendipitous", "justice", "prevail"— and the spell took hold. No. You cannot kill what lives inside of books.”
― Libba Bray, Under the Same Stars

“What's the use of stories? They're made up things. They're pretty lies."
"Oh no, that isn't true. A story is... well, it's a love letter. Sent from the present or the past to the future.”
― Libba Bray, Under the Same Stars

“His ambitions were far greater. For this he needed a war and for war he needed to create an enemy. This was easy, what with the historians and their lessons gone.”
― Libba Bray, Under the Same Stars