Bee

“Sometimes I chew on it. (Which is probably a bad thing to do to a mediaeval relic.)”
― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

“Carry on, Simon.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

“Catherine," said the Marquess, placing one hand on Cath’s shoulder and one on his wife’s. "We know you’ve been through some . . . difficult things recently."

Anger, hot and throbbing, blurred in her vision.

"But we want you to be sure . . . absolutely sure this is what you want." His eyes turned wary beneath his bushy eyebrows. "We want you to be happy. That’s all we’ve ever wanted. Is this what’s going to make you happy?"

Cath held his gaze, feeling the puncture of Raven’s talons on her shoulder, the weight of the rubies around her throat, the itch of her petticoat on her thighs.

"How different everything could have been," she said, "if you had thought to ask me that before."

She shrugged his arm away and pushed between them. She didn’t look back.”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless

“Impossible is my specialty.”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless