Mary

“The night we met, I had thought he was the most beautiful and terrible thing I had ever laid eyes on. There was nothing terrible before me now. Sleep had stripped him of his Rephaite armour. He was in the same position, features soft and unburdened, one hand on the sheets between us.
In silence, I turned my hand so it lay palm up, and the shadows of my fingers fell across his knuckles. Then I drifted back to sleep.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Mask Falling

“Who can break you now, Black Moth, now there is nothing left to break?”
― Samantha Shannon, The Mask Falling

“Très française, petite-rêveuse.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Mask Falling

“Death first to vultures and scavangers.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth