Alethya

“I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

“I suspect, Lord, that when you combed
the constellations for my elements,
the stardust was still rife
with the ghosts of fallen angels.
I can hear that darkness tapping at my ribs
and what’s worse,
I’ve learned to sleep through the sound.”
― S.T. Gibson

“Comfort was the drug she hadn’t understood until it was too late and she was hooked on cups of tea and book-lined shelves, nights uninterrupted by the wail of sirens and the ceaseless churning of helicopters overhead.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Hell Bent

“And while it was true that she’d simply gone from one loveless home to another, that didn’t mean she didn’t feel the absence of love.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Familiar