Sarah

“This used to be a jar or a glass of some kind. All I know for certain is that it shattered at some point. It broke apart, then spent years in the waves and sand until it became something entirely new.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Reality of Everything

“It was that intensity she’d loved imagining, that feeling of being wholly consumed by another person. Just once she wanted someone to want her. Not her art. Not her talent. Her. Sometimes she felt so alone.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“It was twenty-five hundred square feet, had been in my price range, and felt like I did—weathered, beaten, and broken in ways that needed more than just a coat of paint.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Reality of Everything