Sophie

“You made it into an art form, this quiet sort of violence. You were so far into our heads your gentle suggestions so often felt like our own thoughts.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“Please listen to me, I willed her. I knew if she ventured onto that battlefield, I would follow because I loved her, not because I was brave.”
― Anna Burke, In the Roses of Pieria: Library Edition

“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

“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