Ludo

“Footsteps thudded down the stairs, and the flickering figure of Hendry Lowe appeared outside Alistair’s prison bars.

“You’re too late,” Alistair told him. “I’ve long descended into madness.”

“It’s been fourteen hours.”
― Amanda Foody, All of Our Demise

“All my years of imagining you,” he murmured, leaving a trail of kisses across my face, “and you are so much more than I ever could have dreamt of…You smell like sunlight,” he whispered against my mouth.
“Sunlight has a smell?” I asked, gasping as he planted a kiss in the hollow of my throat.
“Oh yes,” he assured me. “All my life has been moonlight and the stars. I can smell the sunlight racing through your veins from across a room. Sunlight and heat and salt. Always the salt.”
― Erin A. Craig, House of Salt and Sorrows

“But there are others who worship him still, the Starless One, patron saint of those who seek salvation in the dark.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Lives of Saints

“She turned her head so slowly it was like watching a puppet move. Her eyes met his. Death watched him. But Death had walked beside him every day of his life. So Cassian stroked his thumb along her palm and said, “Hello, Nes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames