Clara

“Why hadn’t they told him that love was not a soft and gentle wind, but a storm determined to rip you apart and build its home in the wreckage? That it brought with it uninvited guests, new fears and worries and paranoias beyond the reach of any reason.
How in those early days, before he knew what was happening, he would lose his breath at the thought of a future without her. A future where the guests would be gone, but so would his new home. The home she had carved inside him, where the air smelled like her hair and the bells sounded like her laugh. A place where he could rest until he was old and weary, where he could only sleep with his hand settled over her heart, because even so many years later, that steady pulse was the only pillar Arin would ever lean on.
Death, he learned, did not change anything. It didn’t destroy their home; it simply barred Arin from entering. It meant years waiting on the steps.”
― Sara Hashem, The Jasad Crown

“There if no if you survive. There is no future where it is my hand that ends your life." This close I could make out the austere lines of anguish twining around his rage. "If your magic takes you, I will drag you back. It cannot have you”
― Sara Hashem, The Jasad Crown

“Arin sat among his ghosts and dreamed of his future.”
― Sara Hashem, The Jasad Crown

“Everything I have is hers to command. What she wills”
― Sara Hashem, The Jasad Crown