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“She drew, and with one mighty pull, Tunuva Melim lifted the lake.

At once, her body ached to its joints, and she would have given anything to sleep. Instead, she imagined the water as the fire she could no longer touch, drawing and gathering it to her will.

At first, it was like lifting a weapon too heavy.

And then, as the stars fell, it was as easy as breathing.”
― Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night

“Fire it was, purposefully wrought - fire as makes a blade, for slaughter. Its eyes seethed with flame, not good nor evil, the sanctarian read in her mind, but also that which makes a wyrm, that is, its cunning, and its malice.”
― Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night

“If you- If you dare to turn your fire on Inys,' Glorian bit out,then I will do as my ancestor did to the Nameless One. She forced herself to lift her chin in defiance. I will drive you back with sword and spear, with bow and lance!Shaking, she heaved for air.I am the voice, the body of Inys. My stomach is its strength - my heart, its shield - and if you think I will submit to you because I am small and young, you are wrong.”
― Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night

“ If it lasts for a week or a month or a year, it will still be ours to cherish, she said. Does a flower bloom any less sweet for its brevity?

Esbar smiled.

No, she said, leaning close. Nor less beautiful. ”
― Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night