Lane

“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

“He was a big boy and if he wanted to be powerful, he could never cry. Tristan tried. He tried really hard not to.”
― RuNyx, The Predator

“She pulled a key from her pocket and strode towards Tarek. As she turned the lock, a manacle falling free, she said, “Tell me everything.”
― Melissa K. Roehrich, Lady of Ashes

“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