Tea

“She wants to fight monsters, and she wants him for a lover, the same boy she fantasized about murdering. She likes nothing easy or safe or sure.”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“I drag my feet on my way to you.
Way over there.
Too far away.
Skin. Thin, practically translucent.
Eyes. Sunken. Skeletal. Bruised
Tubes. Colorless and everywhere.
You. Not you.
Gone. Not gone.
Not yet.
Hand. Warm. Slack.
But still familiar.
So familiar.
I shouldn't have dragged my feet.”
― Tamara Ireland Stone, Every Last Word

“I kept him at arm's length because at least there he wouldn't be able to see how broken I was. I could keep lying.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“He laughs as though it's the question of a small child. If you could reach your hand up far enough, could you pluck the moon from the sky? "I wouldn't play the game if I couldn't win”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing