Kristen Rogers

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Listen here, Miss Ettings! I am in love with you. You deserve to hear that. I love your wit and cleverness. I love that you are kind but almost never nice. I love your eyes and your hair and your freckles, and the fact that you smell like some monstrous floral perfume all of the time.” He paused, now looking somewhat offended at himself. “And I love to dance with you. That is the worst of it by far.”
― Olivia Atwater, Half a Soul

“Dora knitted her brow. "You cannot have thought of Lady Cushing's ball," she said sceptically.
"I did not," Elias said. "I thought of you, Dora. But you are here, and so here I am." Those golden eyes held hers, and a flustered heat pooled against the surface of Dora's skin. "I did not come here only to dance. I came here only to dance with you. It is quite a different thing."
The dancing began, and it was a good thing that it did—Dora was suddenly certain that she could not manage to stay still beneath those eyes for even a moment longer.”
― Olivia Atwater, Half a Soul

“The soft atmosphere made her feel even more than usual that she was dreaming. But it was the sort of lovely dream that one dwelled purposely upon, unwilling to wake too soon.”
― Olivia Atwater, Half a Soul