Cara

“Suddenly, my vision isn’t mine. I’m looking at my own back through… Andarna’s eyes. A back that has a glistening black relic of a dragon mid-flight stretching from shoulder to shoulder and, in the center, the silhouette of a shimmering golden one. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. I’m marked by their magic as a rider now, as their rider.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Of course! Do you want mashed potatoes, or are you you doing the low carb thing still?”
― Christina Mattingly, Teddy

“making”
― H.D. Carlton, Does It Hurt?