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“Are we so different, Nadya?” He lifted his hand, fingers tipped with long claws, and pressed his thumb against her lips. “We both long for freedom. For power. For a choice. We both want to see our kingdoms survive.”
― Emily A. Duncan, Wicked Saints

“When he stepped past her, a smile flickered at the edges of his lips. There was darkness at the corners, something evil just underneath the surface, sinister. He turned and grinned at her, monstrous but beatific, holding out his hand, darkness gone. Maybe she’d just imagined it. She took his hand.”
― Emily A. Duncan, Wicked Saints

“I remember you.” Three words, large enough to tip the world.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“He was a nightmare but he was gentle.”
― Emily A. Duncan, Wicked Saints