Summer Neblett

“I force myself to fall into a routine. Froth the milk. Pump the cane sugar. Pretend there isn’t a dead bird in a box in my apartment. The first two are easier than the third.”
― Haydn Hubbard, Burning Heaven

“I do not expect there to be an after for me.”
― Rebecca Mix, The Ones We Burn

“Sam chose her next words carefully—“I hear she’s very clever.”

What she’d actually heard was that Dr. Helena Moriarty, when faced with a man who wouldn’t stop harassing her, had taken up beekeeping, distilled the queen bee’s scent, and slipped it into the offending man’s shaving cream. After that, bees had swarmed him—impossibly finding him no matter where he went, wriggling and squirming through cracks and keyholes, air vents, and chimneys. It was enough to drive a man mad.

They just want to be friends, Dr. Moriarty was said to have echoed back at him. For indeed, he was only stung two or three times.
Needless to say, he’d left her alone after that.”
― Susan J. Morris, Strange Beasts

“You are not done with her. Ongrum."
Ranka began to shake her head, but Percy held up a hand.
"You think you are - but trust me. This is how it works, with people who wield abuse like a knife and convince us they're cutting us with love. There will come a moment more dire than the one you faced last night. A moment you can't come back from, and everything in you, everything you've been conditioned for, every fear and hurt and hope and dream will scream for you to choose Ongrum again.”
― Rebecca Mix, The Ones We Burn