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“There once was a girl,” he said, his voice slick, “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

“It won’t be until next year. We might be dead by then.” “Would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically