Ludo

“He could no more lie than any of the Folk, but stories were the closest thing to lies the Folk could tell.”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“Nora.” He just barely smiles. “You’re in books. Of course you don’t have a life. None of us do. There’s always something too good to read.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“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

“There was a war, there were a thousand wars. I knew a killer. I knew a hero. They might've been a same man.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Lives of Saints