Ayee C.

“it’s the eyes that get me. They’re a pale ice-blue and they have a directness that doesn’t quite match the rest of his polite restraint. They aren’t the eyes of a man in his late thirties or forties, though that’s the age I’d peg him at. I don’t know whose eyes they are, exactly. But they’re looking at me like they have been waiting a long time to do so.”
― Karina Halle, Bonetide

“Her grandmother held herself like a secret, and sometimes Rayne liked to imagine that it was because she wasn’t human. That Mam’maw was a changeling with a mystery running deep in her blood.⁣”
― Roslyn Reed, A Hemorrhage of Us

“Alasdair has stopped being lit by the gold of the sun, and started being lit by the bluer, colder light of dusk. The planes of his face have shifted in a way I’m finding it hard to keep looking at directly. He’s starting to look less like a man and more like something else. Something…ancient.”
― Karina Halle, Bonetide

“There was nothing miraculous about the little girl. Were it not for the ocean of scars splattered against her skin like spilled paint, she would have seemed like any other. But her misfortune was on display for all to see.”
― Roslyn Reed, A Hemorrhage of Us