Carrie

“She looked closer at the object she’d mistaken for a bookmark—a length of metallic silver tinged with hints of bright mandarin. She picked it up, holding it aloft as it glinted in the gas lamps’ glare.

Aasim cursed, his voice going hoarse. “Is that what I think it is?”

Fatma nodded. It was a metallic feather, as long as her forearm. Along its surface, faint lines of fiery script moved and writhed about as if alive.

“Holy tongue,” Aasim breathed.

“Holy tongue,” she confirmed.

“But that means it belongs to . . .”

“An angel, ” Fatma finished for him.

Her frown deepened. Now what in the many worlds, she wondered, would a djinn be doing with one of these?”
― P. Djeli Clark, A Dead Djinn in Cairo

“Friendship doesn't disappear like love does.”
― Moyoco Anno, Sugar Sugar Rune, Volume 1

“It sounds cool to say you are going to fight with a pen not a sword but violence with words is still violence ..”
― Yayoi Ogawa, Tramps Like Us, Vol. 10

“Black skin was filled with so many barriers, so many restrictions, so many.”
― Randi Pink, Into White