Rachel

“It was astonishing, really, how much work a death demanded.”
― Johanna van Veen, Blood on Her Tongue

“a little stitch of a frown marring her forehead like a thumbprint pressed into cooling wax. Her voice, like her movements, was laudanum languid.”
― Johanna van Veen, Blood on Her Tongue

“I want you, Lorelei.

Her entire body sang with those words. She wanted all of her. Her every petty barb, every cruelty she could enact, every meager sweetness dripped onto her tongue like honey. Lorelei had not thought herself capable of feeling like this. Passionately, insatiably, recklessly. It terrified her, to have all her control unraveling and slipping away from her, all her walls crumbling. She needed Sylvia to experience even a flicker of what threatened to consume her now.”
― Allison Saft, A Dark and Drowning Tide

“Tell me," she said. "Do you still think me cruel? Would you like to see the depths of it?"

"Please," Sylvia said breathlessly.

Please. Never had she heard a more beautiful sound.”
― Allison Saft, A Dark and Drowning Tide