Mariva

“I think perhaps you don't finish writing a book. You stop writing it.”
― Benjamin Dreyer, Dreyer's English: An Utterly Correct Guide to Clarity and Style

“Words had travelled faster than even Maeve expected - passed from mouth to mouth like fire jumping rooftops, each retelling adding soot and smoke.”
― Katja Knox, We Were Made of Fire

“Her best efforts at seduction had seen a blanket thrown over her head.”
― E.A. Whyte, A Thief Among Liars

“But in all fairness, when I first met you, I thought you were-"
"A dried-up old stick of a Cassiline Brother," he finished, shooting me an amused glance. "I remember. I remember it very well."
"No." I gave his hair a sharp tug and smiled at him. "That was before I met you. Once I did, I thought you were a smug, self-satisfied young prig of a Cassiline Brother."
He laughed at that, a real laugh. "You were right. I was."
"No, I was wrong. The man I thought you were would have given up and died of humiliation in Gunter's kennels. You kept fighting, and stayed true to yourself.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart