Elizabeth

“You're a sinister little shit, aren't you?" Victra asks.
"I'm Gold, bitch. What'd you expect? Warm milk and cookies just because I'm pocket sized?”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“Slowly she raises her eyes to heaven. Then out loud, without looking upon me, she spits these words: "Gods. Kings. Heroes of Greece." There is something she wants to address to these ideas, something complex, rich, bitter. She looks for the words, and can only find these: "Fuck you all.”
― Claire North, The Last Song of Penelope

“For though they were not sung, it was the mothers, the daughters and the wives who kept the world turning, the fires lit, the lights burning.”
― Claire North, The Last Song of Penelope

“I do not expect you to understand these things. Even my kindred gods barely manage to think more than a century ahead, and save Apollo their prophecies are flawed, crippingly naive. I am no prophet, but rather a scholar of all things, and it is clear that all things wither and change, even the harvest of Demeter's field. Long before the Titans wake, I foresee a time when the names of the gods - even great Zeus himself - are little more than jokes and children's rhymes. I see a world in which mortals make themselves gods in our places, elevate their own to our divine status - an astounding arrogance, a logical conclusion - though their gods will be vastly less skilled at the shaping of the weather.”
― Claire North, The Last Song of Penelope