Megan Tee

“She give me honey to make my voice sweet, but there never were a sweetness in me. I prefer a taste of rot.”
― Susann Cokal, The Kingdom of Little Wounds

“We are never more ourselves than when we think people aren’t watching.”
― Stuart Turton, The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

“Why must I always be a man's servant?" Lada demanded. "If anything, I should be partners with the devil, not his servant.”
― Kiersten White, Now I Rise

“Look,” Petru said, pointing up at the sky.
Among the first stars beginning to pierce the night sky, there was one falling. It burned, light trailing behind it as it slowly moved through the gathering darkness.
“It is an omen,” Daciana said from her seat in front of Stefan on his horse, her voice quiet with wonder.
Lada closed her eyes, remembering another night when stars fell from the heavens. She had almost been happy, then, with the two men she loved. Now she had neither of them. But she had known that night what she knew now: nothing but Wallachia would ever be enough.
The stars saw her. They knew.
She lifted a hand in the air toward the burning sign as she rode forward, letting everyone see her pointing to the omen of her coming. Everyone would witness it.
They were her people. This was her country. This was her throne. She needed no intrigues, no elaborate plans. Wallachia was her mother. After everything she had been through, all she had done in pursuit of the throne, she was left with one thing only: herself.
She was enough.”
― Kiersten White, Now I Rise