Lane

“I inhaled the smell of her, an ache bloomed in my throat.”
― Adrienne Young, The Unmaking of June Farrow

“Just his luck that the sensation of dancing with her had branded itself on his daydreams. She was like a palmful of mercury: achingly lustrous in light or gloom, slipping cool through his fingers. Gone before he could catch his fist closed.”
― Isabel Cañas, The Possession of Alba Díaz

“She pushed back to her feet, sauntering over to him. A hand landed on his abdomen before she smoothed it up his chest. “This beautiful thing happens,” she mused. Theon swallowed thickly as her fingers touched the skin at his throat, continuing to his jaw. “What thing?” “When a person finally accepts they are nothing,” she continued. “It’s a freedom, really.” “You are not⁠—” “Shh,” she hushed, placing a finger against his lips. “When you accept you are nothing, it frees you from caring.” “Tessa—” “And when you’re already nothing, you can really become anything.”
― Melissa K. Roehrich, Rain of Shadows and Endings

“I want to burn them to the ground. All of them. All of it. Their church, their commandments, their covenants, their rules, edicts, and laws, their fields, their homes, and most of all their fucking bonnets and aprons.”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery