Dani Balderamos

“Xiao Chiye was like the blazing sun. He was also like the wind from the grassland. He stood out from the masses. To Shen Zechuan, hiding that handkerchief on that day with the gloomy and damp rain and snow was like hiding a rousing and passionate dream. In this dream, there was the unrestrained galloping of horses over a thousand li1 of grasslands, and the spreading of wings soaring through ten thousand li of clear sky. These eventually turned into an indescribable glimpse—one he would be hard-pressed to recount in detail.”
― Tang Jiu Qing, Ballad of Sword and Wine: Qiang Jin Jiu (Novel) Vol. 1

“Homily professed her love by digging a second crossbow bolt of Shersheshin's body. It was so much clearer a declaration of affection than any of those speeches spun by poets or playwrights. And stuffed into the mouths of actors who pretended to be enamored. One could only pretend to love in language. True love was a woman sinking up to her elbows in her viscera.”
― John Wiswell, Someone You Can Build a Nest In

“All I could do was go forwards, into whatever small scrap of future remained for me.
I didn’t look back.”
― Foz Meadows, A Strange and Stubborn Endurance

“Weaknesses were a human invention. They called it your weakness if they fantasized about murdering you with it.”
― John Wiswell, Someone You Can Build a Nest In