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“Names are like selkie-skins, often carelessly attended, left in view of those who would misuse them. Utilized incorrectly, though, they can kill a man, can turn a girl to a thing of teeth and dead eyes, an appetite to devour worlds; can make infernos of maidens, phoenixes of bones who have been asleep for so long they've forgotten the shape of rage. Names have so much power.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“A corpse kneels beside a well.
Mesmerized by the reflection of its living flesh: it wonders what could have been done and could have been.
And for as long as the moon shines, the feeble illusion will prevail.”
― Plastiboo, Vermis, Lost Dungeons and Forbidden Woods

“But it was their eyes that were appalling, for they were that kind of bright and acid yellow that allowed no other colour alongside and, if a colour can have any moral value, was ineradicably wicked.”
― Mervyn Peake, Boy in Darkness

“If Clytemnestra's rage was a fire, Helen's was a lamp; warm and thin in the darkness, but burning if you came too close.”
― Costanza Casati, Clytemnestra