Jaisana

“Doors, once closed, do not reopen.”
― 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

“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

“Maybe,” he said slowly, “maybe I did not make myself clear before, when I said I was on your side. I meant also that I would like to be at your side, to go with you into every door and danger, to run with you into your tangled-up future. For”—and a distant part of me was gratified to note that his voice had gone wobbly and strained—“for always. If you like.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January