Анастасія ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

“Yes, her sole reason for coming into my home was to spy on me. Yes, she went as far as snooping on my phone to read my messages. And yes, I’m still angry as hell. But I’m not spending a night without her in my bed. Not a single night. I lower her onto the bed, then lie down behind her and wrap my arms around her sleeping form. She might be a sneaky, scheming little spy, but she’s my spy.”
― Neva Altaj, Silent Lies

“This conversation was about my dreams, not James’s mistakes.”
― Sarah Penner, The Lost Apothecary

“So, you’re saying I should throw this away?” I raise my eyebrows and nod toward the glass in my hand. “Yes.” “All right.” I shrug. Smile. And then splash the contents of the glass into his face. “Any other requests, husband?”
― Neva Altaj, Ruined Secrets

“Even that was overwhelming for a few long moments: he was the joins of the wooden furniture, he was the skitter of mouse-feet in the gaps between walls, he was mirrors and clocks and dried herbs hung in the rafters and the charms for safety laid around every fireplace.”
― Freya Marske, A Marvellous Light