Marielle

“Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep, and in my place will grow a feral rose, soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Death is a kind of freedom, after all.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Death comes, and sometimes it is kind, and often it is cruel, and very rarely it is welcome. But it comes all the same.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“María feels no maternal urge, no envy when she sees a babe swept up into a mother’s arms. Everyone insists it is her purpose, and it drives her mad, the idea that the shape of her body determines the shape her life must take.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil