Leah Lefebvre

“I suppose we never know the scale of our life’s stories. Which parts will survive, and which will die with us,”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“Now it was back, and it felt, as it ever had, like calligraphy, if calligraphy were written in honey.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“Long ago, she’d come to realise that not everybody was like her, that the minds of most were not full of restless curiosity and calculation but rather with bovine meanderings interspersed with lengthy periods of vacancy. She pitied and envied them at the same time. There were moments when she thought it might be a relief to be so benighted, to be free of the frustrations and cares of intellect. But she might as well have wished she were a cat.”
― Chris Wooding, The Ember Blade

“Amezrou (AH·may·zroo) noun When something deeply precious, long lost and despaired of, is found and restored, against all expectation”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares