Shatarupa Dhar

“A feather is a miraculous thing. So commonplace and every day, we barely even notice them poking out of our pillows, or caught on a gentle breeze, or bobbing along the surface of a lazy river, caught in the eddies and rushing vortexes as it’s swept downstream. But a feather is a feat of engineering. And this feather, the one that must have been slipped beneath my bedroom door, is a beautiful one to be sure.”
― Callie Hart, Riot House

“The stone itself bled the malice of ancient things that had languished in darkness for centuries – consciousnesses that did not slumber, minds that did not dream.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Life is like the oil within a lamp. It can be measured, but the pace at which it burns depends on how the dial is turned day by day, how bright and fierce the flame. And there is no predicting whether the lamp might be knocked to the ground and shatter, when it could have blazed on a great while longer. Such is the unpredictability of life.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“Being pretty wasn't a crime. Wanting to please the eye of a man wasn't a broad invitation to be abused by all of them.”
― Dani Collins, An Heir to Bind Them