Ale Garza

“It’s already snowing up the pass. I bet we get seven inches tonight.” “Maybe more if you’re good.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“He isn’t a crown. He isn’t a stepping stool for power. He isn’t a tool to elevate her standing. He’s everything.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Not sure how it’s possible, but I simultaneously want to climb the man and kick him hard in the shins.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Because I love you!" My voice breaks into a mortifying whisper that's almost half as embarrassing as the thoughts I can't keep from spinning in my brain. The thoughts that I've fought to hold at bay ever since my mother told me about the deal she made with him. Heat flushes my cheeks as he holds my stare, and frustration curls my hands into fists. "Because I want to think you kept me alive those first few months before Threshing because you were intrigued or impressed by me or attracted to me like I was to you, and not because you made a deal with my mother. Because it's horrifying to think that the only reason you fell in love with me is because of her. Because maybe you're right and I didn't want that particular truth, since I know there's a thin line between devotion and obsession, between cowardice and self-preservation, and I'm walking it when it comes to you. I love you so fucking much that I ignored every warning signal last year, and now half the time I don't know what side of that line I'm standing on because I'm too busy looking at you to watch my own feet!”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame