Cat Kerwin

“Sixty minutes to an hour.
Twenty-four hours to a day.
These are mortal instruments, for mortal lives.
But when you live forever, time is something far less constant.
When you are happy, a decade rushes by.
When you are sad, a minute crawls.
When you are lonely and afraid, time seems to lose all meaning.
Blink, and a year is gone.
Blink, and it has only been a night.
Only, it is not a life at all.
It is a prison sentence.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Aww don’t you? Haven’t you always wanted the power to destroy your enemies? You practiced with a sword until your hands were bloody. You built a wall around yourself, so you would be untouchable. But yes, you want more than power. I will grant you that. You want something far more interesting. Retribution. Revenge. That I understand very well. I can give you the power to destroy an empire. To eviscerate a man and take from him all that he loves. That is what you crave. Is it not?”
― Emily Varga

“It was like no kiss she had ever experienced, all of reality falling away behind them. The crackle, the spark, the scintilla, a rightness, a slotting together of two fated pieces, two equals, two halves of one whole.”
― L.K. Steven, Silvercloak