Liv

“Athena?” She shouldn’t like it. Certainly she shouldn’t reveal how much she liked it.
“That’s what you looked like,” he said, staring into her eyes. No. Not into. Inspecting them. Searching, no doubt, for some evidence that she’d been harmed. “Leaping into the fight, like you were born on a battlefield.” When he spoke, his voice was low and soft, and if she didn’t know better, she’d think he cared for her.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“I do not know what you call it. The thing that is not flesh or bone or organs. In the panic, I needed to make sure the greater things were safe... What do you call that thing that I had to save? I had to save it. I had to save us. You are my safety.”
― John Wiswell, Someone You Can Build a Nest In

“They came for my friends, and I fought. And it wasn’t harebrained or misguided or a lark. And I didn’t do it without thought. And it wasn’t stupid and it wasn’t reckless and I don’t have to explain it to anyone—least of all my sister who adores calling me reckless—simply because you couldn’t keep your hands off me long enough to walk away. That was your mistake. Not mine. And if you feel some false sense of responsibility or guilt or misplaced heroics because of it, that’s your problem. I won’t pay for it.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“This was the same mistake so many humans made: believing someone would leap over trauma when it hurt them badly enough.”
― John Wiswell, Someone You Can Build a Nest In