Annabel

“He should tear Wymack's contract into a thousand pieces and leave. Leaving meant living, but Neil's way of living was survival, nothing more. It was new names and new places and never looking back. It was packing up and going as soon as he started to feel settled. This last year, without his mother at his side, it meant being completely alone and adrift. He didn't know if he was ready for that.
He didn't know if he was ready to give up Exy again, either. It was the only thing that made him feel real. Wymack's contract was permission to keep playing and a chance to pretend at being normal a little while longer.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

“I am more than this," Dan whispered.
If she didn't believe in herself, no one would, but how much longer could she hold her ground when everyone else kept kicking her feet out from under her?”
― Nora Sakavic

“Even a love in mourning still had sparks in it.”
― Olivia Waite, The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics

“Underneath the helmet was something neon orange [...], a windbreaker that was almost brighter than the stadium paint.
[...] "Dan commissioned them her first year here. She said she was tired of everyone trying to look past us. People want to pretend people like us don't exist, you know? Everyone hopes we're someone else's problem to solve." Nicky reached out and fingered the material. "They don't understand, so they don't know where to start. They feel overwhelmed and give up before they've taken the first step."
Nicky gave himself a small shake and smiled, melancholy instantly replaced by cheer. "You know we donate a portion of ticket sales to charity? Our tickets cost a little more than anyone else's because of it. [...]”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court