Maham Bashir

“His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales.”
― Naomi Novik, Uprooted

“Your soul is drenched black with the blood of your victims, my dear, and that is why you can't see it. When you die, that heavy blood filled essence will sink to the bottom of the earth where you will burn in eternity for your crimes.”
― Maria V. Snyder, Poison Study

“He feeds off their fear and fans it to flames.”
― Susan Dennard, Truthwitch

“I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her. And I’ve fallen. So hard.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Destroy Me