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“Under the light of a moon curved like the back of a silver spoon, the garden looks like a thing from a fairy tale. Fireflies glow like pixie dust and the thrumming hum of a thousand cicadas and frogs sweetens to a cadence that feels like a song. Flowers turn to opal stones in the shadows and fungi lines garden walls like bioluminescent plates. His fingers brush them as he passes and come away powdered in spores, and he has an odd urge to lick them.”
― C.G. Drews, Hazelthorn

“His fingers clench into his sheet, relax, tighten, stretch out like roots still clotted with fresh soil. He is made of sticks and teeth and broken rose stems, his cheeks kissed with salt from tears he pretends he hasn’t wept. Loneliness haunts him. He needs to— wake up wake up wake up”
― C.G. Drews, Hazelthorn

“Hope was even more dangerous than people. You could survive a lifetime of horrible people. Adam had. But the higher hope builds you up, the more painful the impact when you inevitably fall.”
― Toni Duarte, Bioluminescence

“Adam scoffed. “I don’t owe the world a damn thing. Let it burn. Serves it right.”
― Toni Duarte, Virulence: Book Two of the Bioluminescence Trilogy