Lindsey Rojem

“Bel,” she said helplessly, around the fire in her throat. “Queen of ducks and angels. You shall have poems written to you with a quill on fire. You shall have songs sung to you by enchanted harps. Whole branches of grammar will be invented only to praise you.” “Ysabel Hawthorn,” she said, and she could not keep the heat from her voice, “demand better than to be worshipped by a crumb.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, The River Has Roots

“She came to us as any apocalypse does: slowly at first, and then all at once.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Knight and the Butcherbird

“They say time runs strangely, beneath the yew. They say many things are lost there, among the tangled roots: years, hearts, lives. But they say, too, that some things are found: fates and fortunes, beginnings and endings”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

“I have loved you since before I was born, I think. I have studied you, worshipped you, lost you, mourned you.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting