Riddhi

“The girl was dead. If her lifeless body had not confirmed it, then it would have been made clear by the horrible scream of the Fate who held her in his arms. The story curse was familiar with pain, but this was agony, the sort of raw grief that was only seen once in a century. The Fate was every tear that anyone had ever shed for lost love. He was pain given form.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Jacks looked down on her from the dark nightstand where he’d perched
himself. His long legs draped negligently over the edge of the furniture as
his hands played with an apple and a knife.
“You talk in your sleep,” he drawled. “You said my name—a lot.”
Evangeline felt a rush of heat crawl up her neck. “Obviously, I was
having a nightmare.”
“It didn’t look that way to me, Little Fox, and I was here all night.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“It smelled of him; of apples and magic and cold,moonlit nights.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Wylan,
I really hope we don't die.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows