Jade

“Maven’s beautiful, haunting eyes settle on me for a second, and she sighs. “The blood oath I made to Arati was to cleanse, restore, and…rule the Nether. My soul is kind of tied to it until the end of my life.” I rock back on my heels as those words sink in. “Holy fuck.” “I also kind of tied your souls to the Nether alongside mine,” she adds, clearing her throat. “My bad.” “Oh, thank the fucking gods,” Everett breathes, sitting on the bed near her and Silas like he’s beyond relieved. “I was worried you agreed to do that alone. Good.”
― Morgan B. Lee, Divine Fate

“What a creepy thing to say. It almost makes me like her.”
― Morgan B. Lee, Blood Oath

“I wish to belong to you in every way a person can belong to someone. The stars mated us, they wove our fates together long ago before our souls were cast inside our bodies. They may have marked you as mine and me as yours, but I want us to choose each other regardless of what the sky might think of it. Because if we hadn’t been mated, I would still love you like this, like the world begins and ends with you. I would have walked just as willingly into the depths of Darkmore, I would have destroyed myself to have a single taste of you. And if this is it, if our final sunrise crests on tomorrow’s horizon, then I need to know that you would have chosen me too. In a time when you weren’t a queen and I was nothing but a broken man, and together we denied the impossibility of us. I want a chance to do so again in the face of our downfall. So Darcy Vega, sovereign of my heart, will you defy all fates that deal our deaths and promise to marry me?”
― Caroline Peckham, Restless Stars

“Riiight.” Sin looked at me, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Well either way, dead little fishes don’t whisper to the sharks.” He turned abruptly away from me but left me with the baffling sense that he had killed Pike to cover for me. “Anyway, I put her head in a plant pot. She’ll grow back. Given time and water and the right amount of sunshine. She’ll be as good as new!” He threw himself at Rosalie and a cry left her as he knocked her out the window.”
― Caroline Peckham, Wild Wolf