Lenore

“You’re right.” I gape at him. “I’m what?” “Right.” “Louder this time. And with more gusto.”
― Sarah A. Parker, The Ballad of Falling Dragons

“I need to make something perfectly clear.” She dips again, eyes focused on her task. “Should you die, I will not fall quietly into grief.” There’s a squeezing sensation in my chest, directly below the cloth now swiping over my left pectoral. “Moonbeam—” “I will not simply accept your absence as collateral for the privilege of having had you in the first place, nor will I carry myself with the same merciful poise you possess,” she bites out with regal fortitude, dipping the cloth. Strangles the water free with such might her knuckles pale. “I’ll wreck the world to avenge your death, Kaan Vaegor.”
― Sarah A. Parker, The Ballad of Falling Dragons

“True love doesn’t expire, Raeve. It clings to you like a weight, even when you’re drowning.”
― Sarah A. Parker, The Ballad of Falling Dragons

“Grief walks hand in hand with love,” I say with my entire chest. “I know it’s tempting to cut away the pain, but that rib-cracking ache is proof that something good came first. Something worth remembering.”
― Sarah A. Parker, The Ballad of Falling Dragons