Aleja Uru

“At what moment?" she asked him. "At what moment do we cease to be humans and become objects?"

Blaise continued to make his way in silence, carrying the lamp at arm's length to spread its light as far as possible. When he finally replied, it was in a different voice from usual, deeper, calmer, and without the slightest stutter: "Some humans are objects while they're alive, Mademoiselle Eulalia.”
― Christelle Dabos, La Mémoire de Babel

“I am the Queen of Elfhame. Even though I am the queen in exile, I am still the queen. And that means Madoc isn’t just trying to take Cardan’s throne. He’s trying to take mine.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Ophélie se sintió dividida entre la angustia y la euforia. ¡Él no podía hacer eso! No tenía derecho de entrar a su existencia así, poniendo todo de cabeza, y luego irse como si nada hubiera pasado.”
― Christelle Dabos, Les Disparus du Clairdelune

“She kissed his scars, first the one cutting through his eyebrow, then the one cutting into his cheek, and finally the one cutting across his temple. With each contact, Thorn's eyes widened. His muscles, conversely, tightened.
"Fifty-six." He cleared his throat to make his voice less hoarse. Ophelia had never seen him so intimidated, despite his efforts not to show it.
"Thats the number of my scars."
She closed and then reopened her eyes. She felt it again, even more violently, this urgent call from inside her. "Show them to me.”
― Christelle Dabos, La Mémoire de Babel