Marcia Wilson

“Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands—to cup her face. “I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.” She didn’t stop him as he leaned up and kissed her—lightly. As much as he could manage. Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Well, short of it is—” He held up a palm to stop protests from the younger Schuylers. “I got him back down to our camp near the lake, and we found him a doctor, a woman tending the wounded.” “A doctor or a woman?” “Both,” said Nathaniel. “A woman surgeon?” asked Elizabeth, confused. “The White Witch,” said Runs-from-Bears. “I’ve heard tell of her.” “And so has every soldier who set foot on that battlefield,” agreed Mr. Schuyler. “A Kahnyen’kehàka healer?” Elizabeth was curious enough to risk the displeasure of the rest of the audience with another question. Nathaniel shook his head. “No, a white woman, and English by the sound of her. Ian fetched her, and then it turned out she was his Auntie Claire. Brought her into camp just when I was thinking we couldn’t do much for the boy. And she hunkers down next to him and listens to his chest and then she forces something down his gullet, and she bundles him up. The thing to see, though, was the way he settled down when he heard her voice, talking low”
― Sara Donati, Into the Wilderness

“that’s why we don’t poke random shit we find in the woods with a stick,”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Telling yourself something and believing it were two totally different things.”
― Mariana Zapata, Hands Down