Lisa

“You want to throw me down,” Rory said, eyelids dropping as he whispered into my parted lips. “And I, prideful, disdainful, godless, want to drag you into the dirt with me.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“I have lots of fealty in me. I fealt the Emperor with every bone in my body. I fealt hard.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“By forty, her corn-silk hair was gray. By fifty, the lines on her face seemed etched in clay. Now she sometimes catches a glimpse of her profile reflected in a shop window, the way her shoulders have begun to stoop. She wonders how this body can possibly be hers.”
― Shelby Van Pelt, Remarkably Bright Creatures

“You know what I think?” he murmured. “I think you like that I’m a bad knight. It’s why you feel so righteous, flaying me with your tongue—why you enjoy throwing me down and grinding your heel into my pride. It does something to you.” He wet his bottom lip. “I’d bet my oath your whole body is awake right now, aching and eager at the thought of putting me in my place.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth