Kira

“Wild thing,” I whispered. “I’d like to cut your hands off, burn you, blind you… I should crush your slender fingers. I could break all the bones in your hand if I closed my own around yours tightly enough. You are as pure and dangerous as an untamed cat; your beauty makes me sick. And oh, God, you have hurt me, you have hurt me…”
― Elizabeth Wein, The Winter Prince

“Here is free will. Here it is in its truth. Satan, the rebel, always doing what God wanted in the end.”
― Rafael Nicolás, Horns For Hell

“Lavender. You still smell of it.
I’m sorry—
No, don’t be. I had never before known that I could crave a smell.”
― Heba Al-Wasity, Weavingshaw

“a boy who loves too little and a girl who loves too much, two threads tangled on the loom of history”
― A.B. Poranek, Where the Dark Stands Still