epochs

“Misery was a creeping thing, like the dew settling on grass or the cold fingers of frost meeting me in my bed at night and crackling the insides of my windows. I had longed to be left alone, to escape the lie of my family, only to discover this was different kind of poison. Slow acting, but lethal. At first it numbed me, pleasure leaching from my days like a summer leaf draining of sap to greet the autumn. Then loneliness came, a creeping oily stain that stopped me from enjoying it at all.”
― Kat Dunn, Bitterthorn

“My friend is not a diplomat. She is the failure of diplomacy. She is the breakdown of negotiations. There is no escalation of hostilities beyond her.”
― F.C. Yee, The Shadow of Kyoshi

“Sometimes the point is to be sad, August. Sometimes you just have to feel it because it deserves to be felt.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“This book is dedicated to anyone who has ever fallen in love with a culture that was devouring their own.”
― Arkady Martine, A Memory Called Empire