Vlad

“Cuddlegiver?” Tric hissed. “Better than Pigfiddler.” “’Byss and blood, Mia…” “What?” she smirked. “I’m sure you give lovely cuddles”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was standing next to him. Her alabaster skin was flawless. Her long black hair was loose, cascading down her back almost to her waist, shining in the sunlight. She had a perfectly oval face, with full, red lips and cheeks rosy from the climb up the hill. Her eyes were blue, not like the ocean or the sky, but something deeper, stronger, more indefinable. She turned to him, smiling, and those eyes shone as they gazed upon him. So focused. As if he were the only thing in the world, or at least the only thing of importance.”
― James Islington, The Shadow of What Was Lost

“Oh, it comforts him, really, not that he’ll ever admit it. Knowing the truth of my sordid nature only confirms Tristan’s deepest suspicions about humanity,” Parisa replied to Libby’s inner thoughts, catching her sidelong glance. “I’m confident Tristan could be stabbed mid-climax and still find the strength to groan out ‘I was right’ before succumbing to the cavernous embrace of death.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six

“The books we love, they love us back. And just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight