Euterpya

“Lifting your head,
my slender arm beneath
the nape of your neck,
I want, suddenly, to suck
your feverish lips with mine”
― Akiko Yosano, River of Stars: Selected Poems

“Ronan was everything all at once. He was irascible and adoring, eager and reticent, joyful and furious. Niall had said once there was a saying about Irish weather: if you don’t like it, wait a minute.

That was Ronan.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, A Very Declan Christmas

“Do not pretend this is about me, you miserable wretch.’ ‘Why wouldn’t it be?’ Neil asked. ‘I am a Moreau,’ Jean said, flat and fierce. ‘I am not-’ ‘So was Elodie,’ Neil reminded him, and Jean stopped breathing. ‘Remember that the next time you think you aren’t worth saving.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court

“The demon kept pulling him unconscious, and in those short bursts of blackness, the dreamer snatched at light, and when he swam back to consciousness, he thrust the dream into reality. He shaped them into flapping creatures and earthbound stars and flaming crowns and golden notes that sang by themselves and mint leaves scattered across the blood-streaked pavement and scraps of paper with jagged handwriting on them: Unguibus et rostro.
But he was dying.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King