Saydi Augustine

“The last night of the year," Constanze said. "Now the days of winter begin and the Goblin King rides abroad, searching for his bride.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“How long before the moonrise?" I asked.
"Not long," the Goblin King said. A grin spread across his face. "Not long enough for you to escape, at any rate."
"You have to give me a chance."
He crossed his arms. "No."
"A gentleman would honor the rules."
"Ah, but I am not a gentleman, Elisabeth.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“You are the one who wanted a happy ending, my dear. So you tell me, how does the story end?"
Tears slipped from my face, and he wiped them away with his thumbs.
"The foolish young man lets the beautiful maiden go."
"Yes." His voice was clotted thick with unshed emotion. "He lets her go.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong