Luzie

“They told you to be quiet and constrained and obedient, didn’t they? That’s virtually the same thing. The doors want wild things. They want feral beasts in the skin of dutiful daughters—and you can’t sit here, with your neatly brushed hair and your tidy uniform and tell me you don’t know what it is to be feral. I know you too well for that.”
― Seanan McGuire, Where the Drowned Girls Go

“Antsy blinked. Whatever world this girl came from, it was very different from her own. "Oh," she said, after a brief pause to reorient herself. "Well, she's lovely. Was that all you needed? You didn't lose anything else?"

"Just a shoe once, but that was when I was smaller, and it wouldn't fit me now," said the girl brightly. "I'm ready to go home."

Antsy, whose own answer would have been much longer and much more painful, felt a pang of jealousy. This girl could go home. This girl hadn't lost anything worth looking for; nothing larger than a kitten, anyway. This girl didn't know what it was to be lost herself, to feel like the world was set against her, to be hurt. This girl was innocent.

And just like that, Antsy's anger burst. This girl was innocent. This girl could go home. She could be safe and comfortable and cared for and unafraid. That mattered. That was something important, something worth taking care of and protecting.”
― Seanan McGuire, Lost in the Moment and Found

“It's easy to go along with a system. It's harder to create one. You have to choose it, over and over, when you're building it.”
― Seanan McGuire, Lost in the Moment and Found

“I'm going to make some guesses," she said, "you seem clean and well fed and healthy, so you didn't run away a long time ago. Someone loves you. Someone has been taking care of you. And then something bad happened. Something bad enough that you looked at all the love and all that care and decided that they weren't enough to balance out the bad thing.”
― Seanan McGuire, Lost in the Moment and Found