Katie Bell

“Every time a pill sat in Regan's palm she suffered some new strangulation; a faint memory of some distant need to force her heart to race. She'd crave a senseless rage, a dried-up sob, a psychotic joy, but only find pulse after pulse of nothing.
Without the volatility of her extremes, what was she?
'Managed,' she'd said.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“It is summer, and yet, the parchment smells of autumn, brittle and dry, that narrow season when nature withers and dies, when the windows are shuttered and the furnaces belch smoke and winter waits like a promise, just out of sight.”
― Victoria Schwab, Gallant

“Beautiful wasn’t a word I’d ever use for Magnus if we were strangers passing on the street, but knowing him was like encountering the beauty of a snake. Feared and misunderstood, by no fault of his own. Slender, almost delicate looking, but with undeniable strength beneath the surface. Frightened, hiding and lashing out in turns. It was a brand of beauty not meant for everyone.”
― Lauren Blackwood, Within These Wicked Walls

“You truly are terrifying sometimes. Not in a horror sort of way, but . . . you make me feel things brutally. And think things deeply. And you make me sweat a lot. Nothing is easy with you. And, to be honest, after a lifetime of people kissing up to me...I actually quite like this change.”
― Lauren Blackwood, Within These Wicked Walls