Lauren

“You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of depts being wiped clean. I say you do not have a name.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“Yes", said Ford, as if he wished Tristan would do them both a favor and expire on the spot. (Also relatable)”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex

“He was so British she could spread him on a crumpet.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Paradox

“One thing at a time. Murder first and then scholarly pursuits.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Paradox