Rachel

“My magic moves, he said. My magic bites. My magic soothes. My magic frights. You are young and not so bold. I am unflinching—five hundred years old.”
― Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window

“There once was a girl,” he murmured, “clever and good, who tarried in shadow in the depths of the wood. There also was a King—a shepherd by his crook, who reigned over magic and wrote the old book. The two were together, so the two were the same: “The girl, the King… and the monster they became.”
― Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window

“That was the trouble with letting people in—once you’d taken off the armor, it was hard to put it back on.”
― Libba Bray, Lair of Dreams

“Except, in this fairy tale, the maiden has blood on her hands.”
― Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window