Lillian

“The fog sat on the field like a veil, but we could hear it. The blades of swords and axes brushing against armor vests. Quick footsteps in sucking mud. My heart beat almost in rhythm with the sounds, pulling one breath in and letting it touch another before I let it go.”
― Adrienne Young, Sky in the Deep

“They would martyr me themselves to satisfy their hunger for a saint.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Vespertine

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
― Edgar Allan Poe