Lina

“His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales.”
― Naomi Novik, Uprooted

“The breath hitched in his throat. His hand caught hers, but he did not untangle her fingers. "Why are you here?" she asked him. For a moment she thought he would not answer, then he said, as though reluctant, "I heard you cry.”
― Katherine Arden, The Girl in the Tower

“Sleep is cousin to death, Vasya. And both are mine.”
― Katherine Arden, The Bear and the Nightingale

“Think of me sometimes," he returned. "When the snowdrops have bloomed and the snow has melted.”
― Katherine Arden, The Girl in the Tower