Lyra Wilde

“Charlie thinks about Dev and about the beautiful simplicity of being seen.”
― Alison Cochrun, The Charm Offensive

“I’m collecting near-death experiences, me,” said Robin. “Though I am giving serious thought to that suggestion about hitting you in the face.”
“Oh, no.” Edwin straightened. His tone was dry. Gingerly he wiped a hand over his scratched face. “And ruin these good looks?”
― Freya Marske, A Marvellous Light

“This has rather shaken you up, hasn’t it?”
“Oh, don’t,” snapped Edwin, throat scratched with guilt. “Don’t go being nice, how can you constantly be like this, when it’s your arm and your visions and somebody else’s bloody mess—and I made it worse— and Reggie might be dead, and here we are dancing like sodding debutantes around the fact that you might be next, and who knows what—”
“Edwin. Shut up,” Robin suggested.”
― Freya Marske, A Marvellous Light

“Then, in the most beautiful French Harry has ever heard, the boy whispers, ‘Of course I can fucking swim, you great Sassenach idiot. I grew up in a tower in the middle of a loch.”
― Alex de Campi, The Scottish Boy