Minna

“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

“Through it all, she holds eye contact like it's a lifeline, although only the devil dead on his throne knows which one of them needs saving more.”
― 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

“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