Emilie

“A ringing, scooped-out sensation starts behind his molars and rolls down his throat, into his chest, down to the pit of his stomach. Something’s wrong, and he knows it, but he’s too afraid to push back or ask. That, he realizes suddenly, is the danger of allowing love into this—the acknowledgment that if something goes wrong, he doesn’t know how he will stand it.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“Judge them for what they wished to be,” he begged the Father of Gods, “not what the world made of them.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“There was no trace of the affectionate lapdog that had tried to lick Creiddylad’s ears or even the barking hound that I had seen from the cliffs. This was a creature of the hunt. A distant part of my mind was finally understanding the appeal of dogs,”
― Molly O'Neill, Greenteeth

“Matty looked dubious. “What does a trash imp need boots for?” “He ate them,” said Moog.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld