Corvid Flathers

“Here, he thought, yanking the sunglasses from his misshapen face—see me. See all of me for what I really am. You’re the only one who ever has.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex

“Is this actually possible?” Gideon asked.
Nico made a face that meant maybe, I don’t know, I’m bored. “Does it matter?"
A valid question. Either yes, it mattered very much, or no, it didn’t matter at all, and also nothing really mattered, and who was to say what was actually real aside from the beat of his heart in his chest?”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex

“A treelike burst of vines exploded into existence inches away from Tress. More twisted than a librarian's love life (trust me, they're a strange bunch), it writhed with overlapping tendrils.”
― Brandon Sanderson

“That word you used. The descent into the underworld,' I said. 'What's the opposite?'
'An anabasis. The journey back to the surfae, made by those not yet ready for death.' He nodded to the archway. 'You climb first, little dreamer. I will follow.'
With a nod, I went to the other steps. I walked in front of Arcturus, and trusted that he was behind me, all the way.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Dark Mirror