Isabella

“She wanted to shout. She wanted to be listened to. She wished the barrier had taken her hands. She wished she had thrust herself into it–become that big seething mass of flesh and meat and tendrils–ruined her body, just melted it; come back messed up, so that nobody could want her body but her, so that it would be hers and nobody else’s.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“He stood there and he said: “Do you remember what I said was coming?”

She said, “Yes.”

He said, “This is the part where I hurt you. Are you ready?”

She said, “Yes.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“Tell me no, and we’ll go on as we have been… and we’ll go on unafraid… but say yes, and we will make this end, and this beginning, together.”

Camilla shivered all over. Then she was at rest; she relaxed her head–the lines of her neck drooped like a flower–she raised it again.

“Palamades, yes,” she said. “My whole life, yes. Yes, forever, yes. Life is too short and love is too long.”

He demanded: “Tell me how to do it, and I’ll do it.”

Camilla said, “Go loud.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“Child, that bee smashed you.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth