Devereaux

“Clack. “This is all there is to love? Simply by being in your life, I have added indelibly to its weight?”

Pause. “Yes.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“Were you ten, Harrow? Was I eleven?

Was that the day you decided you wanted to die?

You remember how the fuck-off great-aunts always used to say Suffer and learn?

If they were right, Nonagesimus, how much more can we take until you and me achieve omniscience?”
― 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

“In a way, it helped. Nothing added to your resolution to live so much as someone else suggesting that you die.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth