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“أبي لم يكن يبتسم، ربما كان يبتسم، قليلاً، نادرًا، إن ابتسم تبعث ابتسامته الرضى في قلبي، لكن شرر الذكاء المتطاير من عينه لا يوقظ سوى الرعبي فيّ. لن أكون بمستوى ذكائه أبدًا، مهما تعلمت.”
― جوخة الحارثي, Celestial Bodies

“She then sat down opposite the steward’s desk and answered a number of job-related questions, such as how quickly she could run, and whether she strongly valued keeping all ten of her fingers. The steward seemed impressed that she found all of his questions perfectly reasonable. Most people, he explained, walked straight out the door. “But this is a library,” she replied in surprise. “What do they expect—that the books won’t try to bite off their fingers?”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“He still took her breath away. As he slid from his horse, he was magnificent. Resplendent. Without a doubt, the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. And then he spoke.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to Be Wicked

“عشت طوال هذه السنوات الست في رعب متصل من فكرة موته، وحين مات أحسست أنه فعل ذلك مرارًا من قبل، لدرجة أن موته لم يرحمني ولم يزحزح رعبي.”
― جوخة الحارثي, Celestial Bodies