Keighley

“Man cannot be freed by the same injustice that enslaved it.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“For seven hundred years, my people have been enslaved without voice, without hope. Now I am their sword. And I do not forgive. I do not forget. So let him lead me onto his shuttle. Let him think he owns me. Let him welcome me into his house, so I might burn it down.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“The cashier – a bubble popping juvenile delinquent – asks me, “Will that be all?” I look at the bags of diapers that are now bagged in my cart and then at the empty belt. He is staring at me with his watery marijuana eyes, waiting for my answer.
“Um, no, I’d like all this invisible shit too.” I wave a hand at the conveyer and he is actually dumb enough to look.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Dirty Red

“We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer Garden, where we are forever young.”
― Paullina Simons, The Summer Garden