Carrie

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

“Black girls could not be too confident, too loud, too smart. Fat girls could be cute but not beautiful, could be the funny sidekick or wise truth-teller in school plays, never the leading role or love interest.”
― Glory Edim, Well-Read Black Girl: Finding Our Stories, Discovering Ourselves

“It's never too late to be wise. Find someone who makes your feel like you're coming home.”
― Yrsa Daley-Ward

“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