Sophie

“I made you into my private Christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. Nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. I was simply a non-entity when you weren't looking at me, an empty vessel waiting to be filled by the sweet water of your attention.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“Lorelei wanted forever to bask in the light of her smile. She wanted to be carried on the current of her whims. She wanted to argue with her until she was breathless. She wanted to hurt her exquisitely, again and again, for as much time as they had. The depth of her hunger frightened her.”
― Allison Saft, A Dark and Drowning Tide

“I learned how to survive in the cutthroat world of girl-hood, where are all strangeness was unrooted as ruthlessly as weeds from a garden. I domesticated my own wildness, starved the odd appetites inside me. I remade myself into Laura the saint, Laura who is reliable and dependable, if a little boring.”
― S.T. Gibson, An Education in Malice

“Eugene slowly lifted his gaze from his shoes. He would only die if someone tried to play the hero. It had been such a long summer, the sun so bleak and unforgiving, and at the end of such a wearying decade. He prayed there were no heroes left.”
― Arden Powell, The Bayou