Yesenia Málaga

“I feel it in here," she said, placing her hand against her chest and then against her stomach, "and here. It’s like there’s not enough air or room inside me. That I may… burst out of my skin or drown in it, and that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I always have… and will." She tipped her chin up and her entire face was a rosy color. "It’s you. I… I love you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Elixir

“I wasn't going to kill him, you buffoon.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass