Devereaux

“The pause stumbled execrably, fell down the stairs, and lay in a tangle at the bottom in full view of all listeners, who had to watch it bleed out in embarrassment”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“Bury me next to you in that unmarked grave, Joy. We knew that was the only hope we ever had–that we would live to see it through… and pray for our own cessation. Oh, we’ll still hate each other, my dear, we have hated each other too long and too passionately to stop… but my bones will rest easy next to your bones.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“Whenever you’re ready,” I said. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll keep the home fires burning.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“Beauty wasn’t the treachery he imagined it to be, rather it was an uncharted land where one could make a thousand fatal errors, a wild and indifferent paradise without signposts of evil or good. In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art—the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard’s canvases—beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat