Jaisana

“but eventually rage burns out and leaves nothing but ash, a muted landscape drawn in charcoal gray.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

“She accumulated the dust of other worlds on her skin like ten thousand perfumes, and left constellations of wistful men and impossible tales in her wake.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

“The Door of Blood
and Silver”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

“Something in the world shifted. I know that's a shit description, pardon my unladylike language, but I don't know how else to say it. It was like an earthquake that didn't disturb a single blade of grass, an eclipse that didn't cast a single shadow, a vast but invisible change.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January