Benjamin Barling

“His blood was warm and smooth over my tongue, sweet and metallic and deep as the night itself. It tasted like the sky. It tasted like falling.”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Serpent and the Wings of Night

“She makes a good point,” Andarna agrees. “Can you carry a luminary?” “That question insults me.” “Can you carry a luminary while insulted?” she prods.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame