Rachel

“There was beauty in it still, the way imperfect things can be beautiful, but it was a beauty of a dark and fading kind.”
― Johanna van Veen, Blood on Her Tongue

“Saints, Lorelei," Sylvia snapped, and it felt like an absolution. "You are human. Do you understand what's happened here? You've acted the part of a villain so well, you've gone and convinced yourself it's who you truly are. You are honestly one of the least self-aware people I have ever met!"

"I am perfectly self-aware! You are brighter than the sun itself. And me..."

"Enough." Her voice wobbled. "You've made mistakes, as have we all. But don't you see yourself? You are witty and observant. You are fiercely protective of those you care for - and hopelessly loyal, in your way. I don't believe you've ever once acted completely in your own interest, for better or worse. I have always admired that about you.”
― Allison Saft, A Dark and Drowning Tide

“Lorelei had well and truly lost her mind to even consider following. And yet, somewhere deep down, she knew she'd never had a chance at remaining sensible when it came to Sylvia con Wolff. She'd already lost her heart. What was one more thing?”
― Allison Saft, A Dark and Drowning Tide

“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