Maria

“JOSH: Jesus. LUKE: Layla! Put your shirt back on.  ZACK: This is the best day of my effing life.  LAYLA: Thanks. Review, please.  ZACK: Um. Yeah. Your tits look huge. Five stars. Would recommend.  LAYLA: The pants match.  ZACK: Please tell me you’re wearing them.  LAYLA: Yes, actually, let me just—  JOSH: (speaking quickly) Use the code THREESINGLEGUYS for twenty percent off. Terms and conditions apply. The full collection launches August 1st. Layla, for the love of God, please put your shirt back on before Zack’s drool breaks the equipment.”
― Lily Gold, Faking with Benefits

“To the ones who don’t run with the popular crowd, the ones who get caught reading under their desks, the ones who feel like they never get invited, included, or represented. Get your leathers. We have dragons to ride.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“He cups the back of my neck and pulls me within inches of his face—close enough to kiss. “I could reach the rank of Maven, lead armies of dark wielders against everyone we care for, and watch every vein in my body turn red as I channel all the power in the Continent, and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Silence with him is five fifteen in the morning before the sun’s up and it’s still dark but the birds are singing. He’s the heavy quilt you pull over your head when it’s too cold and too early to wake up. He’s the song no parent ever loved me enough to sing. He’s the way water runs and bubbles over stones in a stream. He’s a quiet mind.”
― Jessa Hastings, The Conditions of Will