Ajna

“And maybe I’m tired or maybe it’s just that I’m here in his arms again as my eyes fill with tears and the whole world trembles in time with our bodies, all the flowers in this world and any others that might exist bloom all at once and the leaves of that tree we love rustles a whisper that I’m home.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“I want,” she says. “That’s my problem. I want and I want and I want.”
“What do you want?” he asks, voice soft.
“Everything. Charm me. Rip me open. Ruin me. Go too far.”
He shudders at her words, shaking his head against them.
She goes on, whispering against his skin. “You cannot understand. I am a chasm that will never be full. I am hunger. I am need. I cannot be sated. If you try, I will swallow you up. I will take all of you and want more. I will use you. I will drain you until you are nothing more than a husk.”
“Use me, then,” he whispers, mouth on her throat.”
― Holly Black, The Prisoner’s Throne

“Too late, I understand what's terrifying about his charm. He seems entirely open when he is unknowable. Every smile is painted on, a mask.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Try your dears.”
― Christelle Dabos, Les Disparus du Clairdelune