Marya

“BOOM! Gabriel roared, leaping in his chair and clapping his hands.
Jean-François paused his writing, raised an eyebrow.
‘Must you, Silversaint?’
'Must I what?'
‘Carry on like a drunken troubadour in a brothel pantomime.'
Gabriel shrugged, refilling his goblet. 'In life, always do what you love.”
― Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Damned

“This is love. Love is seeing perfection in every flaw. Seeing every flaw as a miracle because it belongs to the person you care about the most. Love is saying, yes, still. Even after all these years”
― Alison Cochrun, Here We Go Again

“You don’t understand, Dad,” she blathers into the phone, but the truth is, she doesn’t understand, either. She doesn’t know why it’s so hard for her to let in that hurt. “I…I don’t know how to love halfway,” she reasons aloud. “I don’t know how to care just a little bit. If I let myself care at all, I’m going to care with every ounce of my being. And if I do that, and I lose them, it will hurt like hell.”
She’s not sure if she’s talking about Joe or Rosemary or both of them. The sun is blinding and she can’t see a thing.
“And…and I don’t know how to hurt halfway, either,” she continues. “I don’t know how to feel anything in moderation.”
There is silence on the other end this time. “Ah, but Chicken,” her dad says immediately. “Your big feelings are one of the most beautiful things about you.”
― Alison Cochrun, Here We Go Again

“But it takes a special sort of cunt to kill helpless beasts, Historian, and while I'm certainly a cunt, apparently I'm just not that special at it.”
― Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Damned