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“Ever since you called yourself stale bread, I've had wicked cravings."
He paused, shook his head, then pushed back up.
"I adore bread. Especially baguettes. Long, thick, hot and slathered with—"
He hit the ground, shaking with laughter. "Enough. Mercy. You're a champion of lewd baking metaphors.”
― Emily Thiede, This Vicious Grace

“Justice. There was no justice in putting someone on trial for what they were, not what they’d done.”
― Emily Thiede, This Vicious Grace

“How cruel, that sharing someone else's grief did nothing to alleviate it for them. In physics, there were rules and forces, equal and opposite reactions, a balance. But emotions didn’t obey rules, and though sympathy settled over her like a blanket, it did nothing to help him. … Even her hands, which stole power, strength, and life itself. Were powerless to siphon off any of his suffering.”
― Emily Thiede, This Vicious Grace

“Sympathy, kindness, love, and friendship—all those precious human experiences that made for a full life—those were for other people, not her.”
― Emily Thiede, This Vicious Grace