Olivia

“There were wreaths of wildflowers, tokens and tributes, even a small pair of children’s shoes hanging from a fence post by the laces - as though someone believed the child they belonged to might one day emerge from the trees to claim them. These relics were all that remained of those who were lost to the Darkwood. For what the forest took it rarely returned.”
― Alexis Henderson, The Year of the Witching

“She felt like she always felt with Ruth - like she came so close to understanding something about her mother, but at the last moment, it was taken away from her, snatched out of her fingers before she could get a good look at it... The only Ruth who Jane knew was the Ruth she'd grown up with: a secretive, quiet mother who'd always been there for her but at the same time had never been fully, completely emotionally available. There but not fully there. Always a tiny but checked-out. Always with something sad, something heavy around her eyes. Like a darkness that circled her irises.”
― Katrina Leno, Horrid

“We were sisters. We felt each other's pain. We caused each other's pain. We knew the smell of each other's morning breath. We made each other cry. We made each other laugh. We got angry, pinched, kicked, screamed at each other. We kissed, on the forehead, nose on nose, butterfly eyelashes swept against cheeks. We wore each other's clothes. We stole from each other, treasured objects hidden under pillows. We defended each other. We lied to each other. We pretended to be older people, other people. We played dress up. We spied on each other. We possessed each other like shiny things. We loved each other with potent, fervent fury. Animal fury. Monstrous fury.
My sisters. My blood. My skin. What a gruesome bond we shared.”
― Krystal Sutherland, House of Hollow

“She was aware that her emotions were confused, that she should be feeling sad, not angry, not resentful, not hateful, but there wasn't anything she could do about it; she felt the way she felt, and she couldn't do anything to stop it, to correct it.”
― Katrina Leno, Horrid