Minna

“Aren't you worried we'll take a swing at your favorite person while you're out?’ says Constance with detached ritual. ‘No,’ says Maya, without hesitation, because like Circe, like any witch from any old fairy tale, Rita has them all under her spell, and until someone can kiss the wickedness from Rita's teeth, they'll be her dogs until the world breaks like a heart. ‘Not at all.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The All-Consuming World

“She watches Verdigris from the bed, mouth full of the right words, all of them stillborn.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The All-Consuming World

“Certain ideas are meant for profanation: the concept of other people’s property being sacred for one. But this kind of trauma? No, that’s holy. The past is a reliquary you keep buried unless told otherwise by the person who interred that hurt-stained horror.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The All-Consuming World

“Finally, when Maya was so sure that Reyha’s composure is bulletproof, it fissures. It cracks along the bend of her mouth, her forehead. To Maya’s surprise, she experiences no triumph, only an apostate’s abashedness, like she’d defaced a god of small yet precious things.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The All-Consuming World