Vlad

“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

“You will invite me to a fine dinner. We’ll both drink too much wine. You’ll get me to talk about myself, the pressures of my position, the sadness of my past. Perhaps I’ll shed a tear or two. You’ll listen sensitively and astutely and somehow discover my secret self. Something like that?”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“I have a gift for persuasion. I once talked a tree out of its leaves.” “Nonsense.” “Well, it was autumn. I can’t take full credit.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

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