Jennifer

“He pretends to be less special than he is, because the world has punished him for loving himself.”
― N.K. Jemisin, The City We Became

“And the roses in the garden almost looked thorny enough to draw blood.”
― Brenda Trim, Son of the Soul

“There should be more magic. Not the creased-greasepaint performances of clowns and hack illusionists. Not card tricks. The magic he'd been promised would be found at the backs of wardrobes, under bridges, through mirrors. It was dangerous and alluring and it did not seek to entertain.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

“She'd never broken a bone, had surgery. But the worst damage didn't leave a mark. When Hellie died, it was as if someone had cut into Alex's chest, cracked her open like balsa wood. What if it really had been like that and she'd had to walk down the street bleeding, trying to hold her ribs together, her heart and her lungs and every part of her open to the world? Instead, the thing that had broken her had left no mark, no scar for her to point to and say, This is where I ended.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House